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Updated: May 29, 2025
I managed to last it out till next day, when, after duly fortifying myself, I got sufficient courage to tackle the dynamite. I used only a third of a stick you know, short fuse, with the end split so as to hold the head of a safety match. That's where I mended my predecessors' methods. Not using the match-head, they'd too-long fuses.
At various times during the sitting, lights were seen, which appeared and disappeared rapidly. They were indistinct and phosphorescent such as can be produced in a dark room by rubbing a match-head, or by exhibiting an object rubbed with a match. The lights at least all that were clearly seen by several persons were within the circle and about the Medium.
Twice I failed to touch the fire-stick to the dynamite. Then I did, heard the match-head splutter, and let her go. "Now I don't know what happened to the others, but I know what I did. I got turned about. Did you ever stem a strawberry and throw the strawberry away and pop the stem into your mouth? That's what I did.
The light was a mere match-head down in the ground, Claude hadn't noticed it before. He followed the Colonel, and when they reached the spark they found three officers of A Company crouching in a shell crater, covered with a piece of sheet-iron. "Put out that light," called the Colonel sharply. "What's the matter, Captain Brace?" A young man rose quickly. "I'm waiting for the water, sir.
On the instant Grief touched the fire-stick to the match-head in the split end of the short fuse, sprang into view on the face of the rock, and dropped the dynamite. Van Asveld had managed to catch the girl and was struggling with her. The Goat Man held a rifle on him and waited a chance. The dynamite struck the deck in a compact package, bounded, and rolled into the port scupper.
As Raoul's brother placed the muzzle of his rifle to Naumoo's side Grief touched the fire-stick to the match-head in the split end of the fuse. Even as with both hands he tossed the big bundle of dynamite, the rifle went off, and Naumoo's fall to the deck was simultaneous with the fall of the dynamite. This time the fuse was short enough.
She waited, heart beating, listening to the scratching of the match-head against the woodwork. When it flared, he raised it above his head and strode on before her, grim shadows falling round him, following him like noiseless ghosts. Sally kept close behind. "I used to live on the top floor," he said, "until the day before yesterday; I've moved down now to the first.
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