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"Powder's what we want fo' to make this old spo'tin' rifle talk up, and I reckon we'll find some in a horn flask in the bottom of my cart." His expectations in this particular were realized, and he loaded the rifle with a small blank charge.

I had seen the charging of a gun often enough to be able to go through the task sufficiently well to get a few words of commendation, but a good many of blame. "Ram well home, my lad. I like to see the rod hop again, and the powder solid." "What difference does it make?" I asked. "All the difference in the world, my lad. Powder's rum stuff, and good loading makes it do its work well.

The spot he covered was just behind Last Bull's mighty shoulder. The smokeless powder spoke with a small, venomous report, unlike the black powder's noisy reverberation. Last Bull stumbled. But recovering himself instantly, he rushed on. He was hurt, and he felt it was those fleeing foes who had done it. A shade of perplexity darkened Payne's face. He fired again. This time his aim was true.

"There's only one thing," continued the other. "I think you should have a peep at those powder-barrels in the sluice. Powder's a funny thing especially when it don't go off." "I will, sir," said the Parson. "Thank you. I ought to have thought of it myself." He started down the slope. A few steps away he paused and plucked a blade of grass. Then he climbed slowly back, the square face very grave.

He pressed the electric button, there was a flash, a dull, muffled report and, for a moment, something black showed at the top of the steel chamber. Then it dropped back inside again. "Pshaw!" cried Tom, in disappointed tones. "It didn't even blow the weight out of the tube. That powder's no good! It's a failure!"

'I have just come from taking Miss Wych, said Reo, 'and met Lewis, and heard you were home. Mr. Rollo, do you know that a four-in-hand party goes from Governor Powder's to-night at ten o'clock? 'I have but lately got home, Reo, and so have not heard quite all the news. But I have nothing to do with the four-in-hand club.

'Why, he's as cool and steady as an old trooper when 'When powder's burning and bullets is flying, says the old chap, grinning again; 'but this here's a different crowd.

"Seems the powder's laid, but the match lies yet in the pocket of this here Gentleman," he said, as Kit concluded. "One thing's clear, sir! We want that boat!... Now if so be I might make so bold, if you and the young gentleman'd take the glass, and step across to the Wish there, you could see all along the shore past Cow Gap to the Head, and make out what they're up to."

Upon these turned Captain Harris, as Ready and I, stemming the torrent of maddened humanity, regained the poop ourselves. "For'ard with ye!" yelled the skipper. "The powder's underneath you in the lazarette!" They were gone like hunted sheep.

It will be dinner time before we get back to the ranch." "Let's go!" Kit swung herself into the saddle and as Powder's spirit had returned he gave an exhibition of bucking and rearing that made Joy scream for she was certain that Kit would be dashed against the rocks. At Joy's scream, Powder took fright and madly raced down the steep trail with Kit clutching the saddle horn for dear life.