"
Josh, only half-convinced, drew a revolver and cocked the weapon.
"Now, be mighty careful!" snarled Dolph. "Don't get rattled and
shoot at any shadows! A shot might spoil our plans tonight, for
it would bring men tumbling out this way as soon as they could
get out of their bunks and into some clothes. Give me that pistol!"
Josh, hesitating, obeyed, whereupon Dolph Gage let down the hammer
noiselessly, next dropping the weapon into a pocket of his own
badly-frayed overcoat.
"Now, get the magneto back, as I told you. I'll take care of
the wires and see that they don't snap or get tangled."
This latter part of the work was quickly executed. Dolph deftly
attached the wires to the magneto, then seized the handle, prepared
to pump.
"All ready, now!" he whispered gleefully. "Two or three pumps,
and damage will be done that it would cost at least fifteen thousand
dollars' worth of material and labor to remedy. The kid engineers
haven't the money and can't raise it. They'll have to give up---be
driven out.
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