“Well, I saw it,” said Bart.
“Yes, but you didn’t see how it happened.”
“I thought we had decided that.”
“Well, you thought so, but you wasn’t right, and I didn’t care to brag about it; but I did it, Master Bart.”
“You fired that powder, and blew all those poor wretches to eternity!” cried Bart, in horror.
“Now don’t you get a looking like that, Master Bart. Why, of course I did it. Where’s the harm? They killed my two poor fellows, and they’d have killed all of us, and set us up to shoot at if they’d had the chance.”
“Well, Joses, I suppose you are right,” said Bart, “but it seems very horrible.”
“Deal more horrible if they’d killed Miss Maude.”
“Oh, hush! Joses,” cried Bart excitedly, “Tell me, though, how did you manage it.”
“Well, you see, Master Bart, it was like this. I stood looking on at their devilry till I felt as if I couldn’t bear it no longer, and then all at once I recollected the powder, and I thought that if I could put a bullet through the keg it would blow it up, and them too.”