THE SPOILERS
curb and crossing whipped away and drowned in the storm.
Slapjack remained in the cab, gun in lap, while Dextry climbed back to Glenister. He found the young man in good spirits, despite the discomfort of his exposed position, and striving to light his pipe behind the shelter ot his coat.
"Is the dynamite aboard ?" the old man questioned.
"Sure. Enough to ballast a battle-ship."
As the train crept out of the camp and across the river bridge, its only light or glimmer the sparks that were snatched and harried by the blast, the partners seated themselves on the powder cases and conversed guardedly, while about them sounded the low murmur of the men who risked their all upon this cry to duty, who staked their lives and futures upon this hazard of the hills, because they thought it right.
"We've made a good fight, whether we win or lose to-night," said Dextry.
Roy replied, "My fight is made and won."
"What does that mean ?"
" My hardest battle had nothing to do with the Midas or the mines of Anvil. I fought and conquered myself."
"Awful wet night for philosophy," the first remarked. "It's apt to sour on you like milk in a thunder-storm. S'pose you put overalls an' gum boots on some of them Boston ideas an' lead 'em out where I can look 'em over an' find out what they're up to."
" I mean that I was a savage till I met Helen Chester and she made a man of me. It took sixty days, but I think she did a good job. I love the wild things just as much as ever, but I've learned that there are duties a 256