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Smaltz tossed the assurance back airily as he walked away, looking sharply to the right and left over his shoulder. It was a habit he had, Bruce often had noticed it, along with a fashion of stepping quickly around corners, peering and craning his neck as if perpetually on the alert for something or somebody. "You act like some feller that's 'done time' or orter.
He knew that he was "in for it." He knew that something was going to happen, and quick. That Bruce was sitting on the wooden casing quietly pulling off his heavy boots did not deceive him in the least. It was as still as the tomb in the power-house when Bruce stood up and walked toward Smaltz.
Toy fell among the rocks, sprawling backwards. He got to his feet and came back. Once more he clawed and clung and once more Smaltz knocked him down. A third time he returned. "You're harder to kill nor a cat," Smaltz grinned without malice, but he threw him violently against the sluice-box. Toy lost his balance, toppled, and went over backward, reaching out wildly to save himself as he fell.
His voice, which had been nearly a whisper, was like the sudden roar of a deep-hurt bear. His dark face was distorted to ugliness with rage. He rushed Smaltz with his head down and Smaltz staggered with the shock. Then they grappled and went down.
He stepped noiselessly inside and stared with all his eyes at Smaltz. Smaltz was about to extinguish the candle which he had been shielding with his coat. "What you do? What you gittee?" Smaltz whirled swiftly at the shrill demand with a startled look on his impudent face. "Oh hello," he said uncertainly. "Why you come? What you want?"
As he glided into the shadow of the bridge Saunders started; before he turned the bend Smaltz was waving his farewells, and as Meadows vanished from his sight the fourth boat, the heaviest loaded, was on its way. Bruce drew a deep breath, rest was behind him, the next three days would be hours of almost continual anxiety and strain.
Instantly he scrambled to his feet and crouching, dodging among the boulders that strewed the river bank, he ran at top speed until he reached the sluice-boxes. The carpenter came out from his shop to take a leisurely survey of the world and Smaltz threw himself flat until he had turned inside again.
He motioned into the wilderness as he threw the doors wide. Incredulity, amazement, appeared on Smaltz's face. In the instant that he stood staring a vein swelled on Bruce's temple and in a spasm of fury he cried: "Go, I tell you! Go while I can keep my hands off you you " he finished with an oath. Smaltz went. He snatched his coat from its nail as he passed but did not stop for his hat.
You know what the success of this proposition means to me my first, and, I beg of you don't putter any more; get busy and put up those machines. You say that 50 horse-power motor has got to be rewound " "One man can't work on that alone," Jennings interrupted in a surly tone. "I can't do anything on it until that other electrician comes in." "Get Smaltz to help you." "Smaltz! What does he know.
"What's the matter? Where's it gone? And out of all that dirt!" Bruce shook his head; his voice was barely audible: "I don't know." The sagging clouds were not heavier than his heart "I wish I did." Banule stood a moment in silent sympathy. "Guess you won't work any more to-day," he suggested. "Yes; tell Smaltz to start," Bruce answered dully. "I've got to save the mercury anyhow."
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