Out of the sunlit distances a horse and rider appeared, rapidly approaching. It was Farwell, and, recognizing Dunne, he pulled up.
"In case you don't know it," he said, without preliminary or greeting, "I'll tell you that our dam went out with the flood. You didn't need to use dynamite this time."
"Providence!" Casey suggested.
Farwell's comment consisted of but one word, which, unless by contrast, is not usually associated with providential happenings.
"Call it that if you like," he growled. "We'll get the men responsible for it one of these days."
"You made a beginning with young McCrae," Casey reminded him.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Don't you know that Glass tried to arrest him?"
"What?" cried Farwell.
His surprise was too genuine to be feigned. Thereupon Casey told him what had occurred in the last few hours both at Talapus and Chakchak.