We ought to have poured a kind of libation on the ground!" "I did sprinkle a little kerosene over it, I think," returned Stacy, "just to help things along.

But if you want to see her flaming, Barker, you just run back to that last corner on the road beyond the big red wood.

That's the spot for a view." As Barker--always devoted to a spectacle--swiftly disappeared the two men faced each other.

"Well, what does it all mean ?" said Demorest gravely.
"It means, old man," said Stacy suddenly, "that if we hadn't had nigger luck, the same blind luck that sent us that strike, you and I and that Barker over there would have been swirling in that smoke up to the sky about two hours ago!" He stopped and added in a lower, but earnest voice, "Look here, Phil! When I went out to fetch water this morning I smelt something queer.

I went round to the back of the cabin and found a hole dug under the floor, and piled against the corner wall a lot of brush-wood and a can of kerosene.