I--I don't believe there is much harm done, as it is." Hetty made no reply.

She was thinking of the moments he had held that deadly Thing in his hands, while he strove to save lives and property from destruction.
The inevitable crowd was gathering now, demanding in terrified tones what had happened.

Men, women and children poured from the houses in scant attire, all unnerved and fearful, crying for an explanation of the explosion.
"Keep mum, Hetty," said Smith, warningly.

"It will do no good to tell them the truth." She nodded, realizing it was best the villagers did not suspect that an enemy of the newspaper had placed them all in dire peril.
"Dynamite ?" she asked in a whisper.
"Yes; a bomb.

But for heaven's sake don't mention it." Suddenly a man with a lantern discovered a great pit in the field behind the lane and the crowd quickly surrounded it.