“All complexions became gray in a moment. It was a fog, and not a thin fog, that surrounded the fire and that made the moon dim. Silver, with the razor edge of a knife, slit the tarpaulin that covered the dynamite. Inside was a quantity of sawdust; inside the sawdust lay the corded sticks of the explosive, each one carefully wrapped. He took out half a dozen of them, short lengths, and found a quantity of fuse, also. That was what he wanted. He hardly dared to look at Dan Farrel, in the meantime..., for the moment of Dan’s death was close at hand, plainly. He heard Red make a feeble protest. “This here is a fellow that would keep his mouth shut,” said Red. “You could trust him, Waring. If he said he wouldn’t talk about you, he’d keep his word.” Waring went up to Red and laid a fatherly hand on his shoulder. “My dear young feller,” said Waring. “You’re just in the make and you ain’t finished, yet, or else I’d be bothered about you. I’d say that maybe you had a lot to learn about the way folks act when they’re under temptation.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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