“‘We can’t blast you out,’ sez boss, ‘fer dynamite busts down, an’ it’ll blow you down the canyon.’
“‘Well, then,’ sez he, ‘one o’ ye swing down under the ledge, an’ put a shot in whar it’s cracked below.’
“‘You’re wiser ’n a woman,’ sez boss. ‘I’d never thought o’ that.’
“So the boss took a rope, ’n’ we swung him down, ’n’ he put in a shot, ’n’ was goin’ to light the fuse, when the feller inside smelt the match.
“‘Heve ye tumbled to my racket?’ sez he.
“‘You bet we have, feller priz’ner!’ sez the boss.
“‘Touch ’er off!’ sez the feller.
“‘All right,’ sez boss.
“‘Hold on!’ yells the feller as wuz inside.
“‘What’s the racket now?’ sez the boss.