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I think I'll suggest it to him to-morrow." "An' it's all goin' up to the 'Ead. Oh, Good Lord!" "Every giddy word of it, my Chingangook," said Beetle, dancing. "Why shouldn't it? We've done nothing wrong. We ain't poachers. We didn't cut about blastin' the characters of poor, innocent boys saying they were drunk." "That I didn't," said Foxy.
The boom of the blasting could be heard up the cañon, fainter as the afternoon sea-breeze arose, and Melissa, standing barefoot in the warm, sandy soil, let the water swirl about her ankles as she mended the basins, and thought of the tall young surveyor who had bound up her wounded arm. "I'm a-goin' to take his hankecher to him to-morruh. Bein' it's Sunday they won't be blastin'."
Besotted as he was, he could still realize the calamity that had overtaken them: could realize it without the slightest ability to suggest a remedy. As the direfulness of it all crept over him, something very like anger gleamed through the blear of his faded eyes. "I'm a-goin' to see," he muttered sullenly, turning toward the cañon. "Damn their blastin'! Forrester said it was a good trade.
"And what if I happen to know that the Excelsior boys ain't blastin' to-day?" said the Right Bower, sarcastically. As the Judge had evidently based his hypothesis on the alleged fact of a blast, he deftly evaded the point. "I ain't sayin' the Old Man's head ain't level on some things; he wants a little more sabe of the world.
"T'other day I went down where they're blastin' for th' railroad. I see 'em usin' dynamighty, down thar, an' I watched my chance an', when it come, I slipped one o' th' bombs into that game-sack. Ef you'd chanced to kick it " She was impressed. "Dynamighty bombs? Dellaw! What's dynamighty bombs?" "It's a giant powder, a million times stronger nor mine."
He did an' said everything thet mortal man could, thet he loved me better'n ever, an' thet 't would be the death uv him, an' tuk on drefful. But w'en he'd got through, I giv' him the same answer, though betwixt ourselves it a'most broke my heart ter say it. I kep' a stiff upper-lip, an' he grew desp'rate, an' tuk all sorts uv dangerous jobs, blastin' rocks an' haulin' stuns.
Annette opened her brown eyes wide, and fixed them on the girl's face. "I don't know," she faltered. "I'd like to keep his hankecher," Melissa broke out tremulously. "I hurt my arm oncet up where they was blastin', and he tied it up fer me with his hankecher. I was takin' it to 'im that Sunday. I had it all washed and done up. I'd like to keep it, though, if you think he wouldn't care."
"This mornin you was the second-best." "I'm sure of it," says the Parson quietly. Knapp stumbled on. "He stood just outside the door.... I did a bit behind him with the baynit, when they got inside his guard.... He kep on killin em.... It was like the Lord Amighty makin lightnins out of His eyes and blastin em.... I never see the like blessed if I did!" The long-lost tears poured down his cheek.
The girl gave a shrill, terrified scream, and fell cowering upon the ground. Almost before the echo had ceased, Sterling sprang through the chaparral, his face white and his lips set. "My God, child, are you hurt?" he said, dropping on his knees beside her. "No, I ain't hurt," she faltered, "but I was awful scared. I didn't know you was blastin' here; I thought it was on up at the tunnel."
What is the condition?" With head thrown back she faced Ellen coldly. "The condition is that you take that bag of gunpowder back home to your brother Martin an' tell him Ellen Webster sent it to him with her compliments. He can use it blastin' out stones to fix up his stone wall."
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