“That’s it!” agreed Vittum.
“He has made good,” bleated the Comas man. “If he goes any farther it will only be bad.”
The dialogue was taking place disjointedly in the silences between the blasts. But Craig made himself heard above the next explosion. “He’s ripping hell out of that dam now. Get to him. A thousand dollars for the man who stops him!”
“No man in this crew needs any of your money!” Lida was defiantly in front of the Comas director. “But if you’re ready to listen to reason after this——”
She broke off and turned from him.
Before they realized that she had volunteered, she was away in the fog.
In a moment they heard her voice, raised in a thrilling call, appealing to the avenger.
“That’ll fetch him back—even if he was two miles deep in hell,” Craig was informed by one of the men. “It’s a lucky thing for the Three C’s that she’s on the job to-day.”
The Comas director stood holding to a tree. He shivered every time an explosion clanged its echoes from cliff to cliff.
And when, after a waiting that was agony, the dreadful bombardment ceased, Craig staggered to the bateau and sat down on its prow.