Alcibiades ain’t had nothing to eat for so long that I reckon he hankered for the contents of that box and he don’t stop when the rest of the pe-rade does. The rope slips off his trunk and we stopped against the jail wall.
“Look out, you danged fools!” yelps Dynamite. “Get away from there!”
The crowd stampedes a little ways but Alcibiades don’t move, and we can’t.
“Ain’t you got no sense?” wails Dynamite. “That fuse is only three feet long!”
We looks down and under the corner of the dobie wall is a spitting fuse. We hammers Alcibiades but he don’t respond.
“Get away from there, you danged fools!” whoops Calamity.
“Don’t talk English—talk elephant!” yells Magpie. “We hear but can’t heed.”
Swish!
Alcibiades whirls his trunk sideways and we sees a stick of dynamite whiz right into Judge Steele’s stummick. The judge lit all doubled up, and the crowd gasped audibly.
“Too bad,” says Magpie. “They won’t always go off.”