We stopped at one place where a fellow was handling the cartridges pretty freely, and Mr.
Dryfoos happened to caution him a little, and that ass came up with one of 'em in his hand, and began to pound it on the buggy-wheel to show us how safe it was.

I turned green, I was so scared; but Mr.Dryfoos kept his color, and kind of coaxed the fellow till he quit.

You could see he was the fool kind, that if you tried to stop him he'd keep on hammering that cartridge, just to show that it wouldn't explode, till he blew you into Kingdom Come.

When we got him to go away, Mr.Dryfoos drove up to his foreman.

'Pay Sheney off, and discharge him on the spot,' says he.
'He's too safe a man to have round; he knows too much about dynamite.' I never saw anybody so cool." Dryfoos modestly dropped his head under Fulkerson's flattery and, without lifting it, turned his eyes toward Colonel Woodburn.