No use.

We were always careful to keep the powder out of here on account of fire.

The kegs are gone, gone." "Miller stole them," said Wetzel in his calm voice.
"What difference does that make now ?" burst out Silas, turning passionately on the hunter, whose quiet voice in that moment seemed so unfeeling.

"They're gone!" In the silence which ensued after these words the men looked at each other with slowly whitening faces.

There was no need of words.