Outside, the crest of the slope ran black against a single burst of flame.

The detonation came like the blow of a mallet on the ribs.
"Let him look! Let him look!" Heywood jumped to the ground, and in a pelting shower of clods, exulted:-- "He looked again, and saw it was The middle of next week!" "Come on, brother mole.

Spread the news!" He ran off, laughing, in the wide hush of astonishment..