She laid aside the aluminum cooking-utensils with which she had been fussing and rose from her knees as he passed her with a pleasant nod of au revoir.
"You'll be careful with that dynamite, won't you?" she said anxiously. "You know it goes off at all sorts of unexpected moments."
"I think I understand how to handle it," he reassured her.
"Are you quite certain?"
"Oh, yes. But perhaps you'd better not come any nearer——"
"Mr. White!"
"What!"
"It is dangerous! I don't like to have you go[307] away alone with that dynamite. You make me very anxious."
"You needn't be. If—in the very remote event of anything going wrong—now don't forget what I say!—but in case of an accident to me, you'll be all right if you start back to Verbena at once—instantly—and take the right-hand road——"
"Mr. White!"