One of the Cove men detached himself from the smoke-stained group and went up to her. “Don’t take on so, Miz Bobb,” he consoled awkwardly. “Hit war that old no 'count chimney what must've done it. We aims to build you a new one, and set on another roof. Done plan to start tomorrow, the Lord sparing us!”
“I ain’t crying sorrowful.” Sarah Ann’s knees let her down on the ground. “I’m so happy Jimmy ain’t dead!”
“I’m all right, maw,” Jimmy assured her, “but I bet the telegraph’s all busted.”
“Yep, considerably busted, I suppose.” Lee sounded inordinately cheerful. “But all the real stuff we need is still here, and we’ll be building her over again, good as new, maybe better.”
“Oh,” Jimmy Bobb settled back down, “I’m right thankful you saved hit. Hit sho saved me!”
CHAPTER VII
HARNESSING LIGHTNING POWER
“Aiming for to go up to Renaud’s?” asked Big Sandy as he fell into step alongside of Lem Hicks.
“Yep! Wanter see how them new fixings up there are going to turn out,” was Lem’s answer.
“You ain’t—you ain’t sorter scared?”
“Scared?” Lem wheeled on Big Sandy, then grinned himself as he saw the teasing grin on the other’s face.