The two men turned towards the brush.
“Hi, Tim,” called a voice behind them.
Red Jacket appeared clambering up the cliff.
“Jack told me to give this to you,” he panted, holding out a chunk of strangely twisted wood.
“Where'd he get this?” inquired Thorpe, quickly. “It's a piece of the dam,” he explained to Wallace, who had drawn near.
“Picked it out of the current,” replied the man.
The foreman and his boss bent eagerly over the morsel. Then they stared with solemnity into each other's eyes.
“Dynamite, by God!” exclaimed Shearer.