"Some time to-morrow. Don't know just when. Why?"
"Got the nitro here yet?"
"Brought it up this mo'nin' myself."
"How much?"
"Twelve quarts."
"Any dynamite in camp?"
"Yes. A dozen sticks, maybe."
"And three gallons of nitro, you say."
"Yep."
"That's enough to do the job," Sanders said, as though talking aloud to himself.