9/12 And nobody listens--" "Tell me the rest," said Kenny wanly. "I've been wonderin'." "You see, Mr.O'Neill," he gulped, his eyes dark with grief and horror, "the mule went back upon his haunches and drove the cart against a boulder. It came out and crashed over the ledge and through the roof of the dynamite shack--" "God!" In that vivid moment of his picturing, Kenny wondered why he should think of bouillon cups crashing loudly on a roof. |