“The bear caught it.” Johnny’s head was in a whirl. “He—he must have chewed it up and wasted most of it. Do—do you suppose it got him?”
“Well,” Donald chuckled, “I’m not going back to see.”
“Neither am I,” said Johnny. “So let’s get going. We’ve got a coal mine to blow up before dark.”
The mining experiment was a complete success. Donald made up small parcels of liquid air and carbon while Johnny drilled holes in the coal. The charges were quickly stamped, the fuses were lighted, and then they were scampering up the rope ladder leading to the mine and were away. There followed six loud booms.
“That should do it,” Johnny grinned.
As Johnny and Donald were walking back to the mill, Donald stopped quite suddenly. Looking away toward the top of the ridge where a single power line cut across to a distant coal mine, he said, “We might do it.”
“Do what?” Johnny asked in surprise.
“Bring a bolt out of the blue. At least we might make it seem that way for the benefit of that man, Blinkey Bill Blevens you know, who’s been going to make it hard for old Uncle Mose.”
“You might?” said Johnny.
“Yes. Anyway, I’ll give it a good think,” was Donald’s reply.