When they came at last to Blackton's bungalow he thought that he had kept this thing from her, and he did not see--and would not have understood if he had seen--the wonderful and mysterious glow in Joanne's eyes when she kissed Peggy Blackton.
Blackton had come in from the work-end, dust-covered and jubilant.
"I'm glad you folks have returned," he cried, beaming with enthusiasm as he gripped Aldous by the hand.

"The last rock is packed, and to-night we're going to shake the earth.

We're going to blow up Coyote Number Twenty-seven, and you won't forget the sight as long as you live!" Not until Joanne had disappeared into the house with Peggy Blackton did Aldous feel that he had descended firmly upon his feet once more into a matter-of-fact world.

MacDonald was waiting with the horses, and Blackton was pointing over toward the steel workers, and was saying something about ten thousand pounds of black powder and dynamite and a mountain that had stood a million years and was going to be blown up that night.
"It's the best bit of work I've ever done, Aldous--that and Coyote Number Twenty-eight.

Peggy was going to touch the electric button to Twenty-seven to-night, but we've decided to let Miss Gray do that, and Peggy'll fire Twenty-eight to-morrow night.