Don laughed. “I never knew you to be so cautious before, Jud.”
But Jud seized his friend’s arm. “Take my advice for once and do it,” he urged. “I’ll help you move it now if you like.”
“No, not now,” replied Don. “Maybe later.”
“All right, then.” And Jud hurried out into the night.
CHAPTER XVI
CREAN BRUSH’S MEN
Don said nothing to his aunt about the powder in the cellar. Indeed after Jud had gone he thought little of it and of the advice his companion had given. Don and his aunt waited until Snell and Hawkins had gone up-stairs, and then Aunt Martha said:
“Well, Donald, I think we’re almost at the end of the story.”
“What story?” asked Don.
Aunt Martha smiled. “I merely meant,” she replied, “that in a few more days we’ll be all through with our suffering—or else there will be more suffering, far more terrible than some of us can bear perhaps.”
“You’re still afraid they’ll burn the town?”