CHAPTER XXIV
A NIGHT TRIP
Dick and his chums saw many interesting sights on their drive to the mines. All about them were evidences of the hustling West, and the noise of the stamping mills, or machines, which crush up the rocks and ore to enable the precious metals to be extracted from them could be heard on every side. They met many teams hauling ore from the mines to distant "stamps," and saw throngs of miners in their rough, but picturesque, garb, tramping along.
"Do you think they'll let us visit the mines?" asked Dick of the driver. "We want to find out all we can about 'em."
"Oh, I guess so. This is a free and easy country. Visitors are always welcome, providin' they don't want to know too much," and the driver winked his eye.
"Too much?" repeated Dick.
"Yes. Lots of men out here don't care to have their past history raked over. It ain't always healthy, son, to ask a man where he came from,
