Muley holds his position for a moment, straightens up and gets on his bronc without taking his eyes off the box. He spurs his bronc, easy-like, until he’s a few feet away from that box, and then he imitates Mighty Jones.
Me and Chuck puffs away on our cigarets and watches Muley depart.
“I’ll likely get scared, too, but I’m taking a chance,” states Chuck, and walks over to the box.
He sighs deep-like, and takes off his hat.
“Henry Peck, there must be a Supreme Being what watches over fools and cow-punchers. This box is full of eighty per cent. dynamite. Come and take a look.”
“Your word is as good as gold, Chuck. That stuff must have a good disposition to stand all that grief. Let’s go home before something happens to irritate it.”
We finds Muley at the ford, but he ain’t got much to say. He asks Chuck if he saw what was in that box, and Chuck said that he did.
“Wonderful!” exclaims Muley. “It stood rough handling but I never thought a face like yours could look upon eighty per cent. dynamite and not explode it. That’s why I went away so rapid.”
The old man is home when we gets there, and he announces that Telescope and Archibald Ames are still in jail.
“What does Archibald have to say about it?” I asks.