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For a space the blaze smoldered; then the birch fired up like oil-soaked tinder, and a yellow flame crackled and roared up the flue. Keith was sensitive in the matter of smoking other people's pipes, so he drew out his own and filled it with Brady's tobacco.
The landlord replaced the oil-soaked rags, rolled down his sleeves again, and silently awaited our pleasure. "Why do you hesitate to tell us where we may find Major Lockwood?" I asked gently. For the first time the man looked me full in the face. And after a moment I saw his expression alter, as though some spark something already half dead within him was faintly reviving.
Erected in it, and evidently a new structure, was a large wooden scaffold in square tower shape with a long overhanging arm and a platform on the extremity. Beneath it was a pit dug in the earth, and in this pit, which was directly under the outstanding arm of the tower, was a pile of wood and shavings, oil-soaked. "Oh, I see the game," remarked Ned.
Miauing, the black cat jumped out and with singed fur sought safety in flight. She too now went away, slowly, one step at a time, often stopping and looking back: would not the fire go out again? She began to feel anxious. Had she perhaps not carefully enough raked the great fire in the hearth out into the room and spread it about the floor? And covered it with straw and oil-soaked rags?
The man had struck a match and thrown it into a mass of oil-soaked straw and gunpowder which protruded through one of the weather- beaten boards, near the floor. It was only a matter of a second or so now when the fire swept into the barn itself. There was no beating it out. Some one had literally soaked the straw and the floor with oil.
"I thought I'd fill the vases with fresh flowers before the rain came," she murmured, visibly sheering off from Paul. "Eugenia ought not to carry sweet-peas," thought Marise. "It ought always to be orchids." In the bath-room as she and Paul took off his oil-soaked clothes, Mark's little voice called to her, "Mother! Mo-o-other!"
And as he stood looking at it, with the machinery roaring about him, and the sunlight beating in through steel-barred windows sixty feet high, in all the confusion of shavings and oil-soaked wood, polished sliding shafts streaked with thick blue grease, stifling odours of creosote and oily "wipes", Wolf's eyes would fill with tears and he would shake his head at his own emotion, and try to laugh it away.
"It's emery powder!" cried another, extracting a few grains of the black, oil-soaked stuff on the point of a knife blade. "No wonder your wheel won't turn. How on earth did it get there?" "That is what I would like to find out," answered the owner of the machine.
It was nothing a child could have put it out with a bucket of sand. But upon it fell Tedge and the engineer, stamping, shouting, shoving oil-soaked waste upon it, and covertly blocking off the astounded black deckman when he rushed to aid. "Water, Hogjaw!" roared the master. "She's gainin' on us she's under the bilge floor now!" He hurled a bucket viciously at his helper.
With that Dick bent quickly, picking up an oil-soaked bunch of faggots that he had prepared before the others had turned in for the night and dropped them upon the campfire. Like a flash he was back, close to the stranger. "Don't you dare try to get up!" Dick threatened, swinging the club. "Hit me, if you dare!" leered the other. "I'm going to get upright now!"
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