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Updated: June 10, 2025
In a few days, it seemed, Altar Valley was a bright and green expanse, where dust clouds did not rise. Forlorn River ran, a slow, heavy, turgid torrent. Belding never saw the river in flood that it did not give him joy; yet now, desert man as he was, he suffered a regret when he thought of the great Chase reservoir full and overflowing. The dull thunder of the spillway was not pleasant.
It was not until he reached the slab which served as a bridge over the water from the spillway that he recovered anything of his impudent nonchalance. He was in the centre of it when he heard Banule say: "If it ud be me I'd a put a lash rope round his neck and drug him up that hill to jail." Smaltz wheeled and came back a step. "Oh, you would, would you? Say, you fakir, I'm glad you spoke.
The spillway, too, if enlarged by explosives, would make a nasty hole to build up. Now another point which Ned had considered when he looked over the crude drawings he had discovered. Hard rock underlies the dam near the surface of the ground except for about one-fifth of its entire length.
Brace, the consulting engineer, who showed her on the table-cloth at dessert with three forks and a spoon the method in which the overflow of the spillway of the Gatun Dam is regulated, felt assured, from the way she leaned her face on her hand sideways and said, "How extraordinary!" that she had the brain of an engineer.
"And we have made a plan. We have a pretty good idea where the attempt will be made near the spillway, and as to the time, we can only guess at that. "But it will be some time to-night, almost certainly, and we will have a sufficient guard to prevent it. Some one of this guard can give you boys warning, and you can do the rest with your cameras." "Yes, I suppose so," agreed Blake.
The morning "touch" with headquarters over, therefore, I scrambled away across the silent yawning locks and the trainless and workless dam to the Spillway, over which already some overflow from the lake was escaping to the Caribbean. My friends "Dusty" and H had carried their canoe to the Chagres below, and before nine we were off down the river.
Men from the short spillway valleys of the Superstition Range the coyotes and wolves of the Spanish Sinks were easily to be identified by their shifty eyes and loud laughter and handy six-shooters.
In several places the concrete spillway had crumbled down to a ragged edge, showing that the solid wall was giving way. The amount of water flowing over the dam was greater now. The creek was steadily rising. Down the valley the horseman with the red flag was but a speck in the distance. "What can I do? What can I do?" murmured Tom.
Then Ned pointed out the probable points of attack, and Welch sprang to his feet in a fuming passion. "The spillway and the locks," he cried. "And the point where the soft earth extends under the dam! Come!" "Bring four of your men who can be trusted," Ned advised, not leaving the box. "Yes, and what then?"
One afternoon she rode down to the alfalfa-fields, round them, and back up to the spillway of the lower lake, where a group of mesquite-trees, owing to the water that seeped through the sand to their roots, had taken on bloom and beauty of renewed life. Under these trees there was shade enough to make a pleasant place to linger. Madeline dismounted, desiring to rest a little.
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