“Dangerous! Ha, ha, ha! Hark at him, Big. Here’s Miss Duncan very much afraid that the powder might go off and pop him. Oh, here’s a game!”
“I’m not afraid,” I said; “only I shouldn’t like to do anything dangerous.”
“Well, who’s going to, stupid?” said Bob importantly. “Think I don’t know what powder is. There, cut off, Big, and see how soon you can get back. We’ll make a hole for the charge, same as they do in the quarry, and have it ready by the time you come. Run.”
Chapter Four.
The Explosion.
Bigley wanted no further telling, but started off at full speed diagonally down the slope, while Bob, who was all animation and good temper again, seized the iron bar, and began to look out for a suitable place for the charge.
“Hadn’t we better wait and see if he can get the powder?” I ventured to say.
“Not we,” said Bob. “He’ll be sure to get it, and then—oh, I say, Sep, it will be a game!”