[Larry went over the edge of the rock ... and worked his way out to one of the depressions]
“Good goodness! I should think you might tell a fellow!” Dick fumed. But all Larry had to show for the little acrobatic stunt was a small scrap of yellow wrapping paper that looked as if it had been soaked in grease.
“Shucks!” snorted the anchor-man, “was that all you went down after?”
Larry held out the scrap of paper.
“All?—don’t you see what this is, Dick?”
Dick took the bit of paper and examined it.
“Whew!” he breathed; “I guess I do! It’s—it’s part of the cover of a dynamite cartridge!”
This admission brought on still more talk, and a lot of it, at that.
“Now we know what brought down Jim Haskins’s ‘earthquake’ last night,” Dick summed up. “Somebody stuck a few dynamite cartridges into this stuff up here and fired ’em. And the dynamite did just what it was meant to do!”