For her the Horde now had a heart and a soul.

These were the builders of empire--the man-beasts who made it possible for Civilization to creep warily and without peril into new places and new worlds.

With a curious shock she thought of the half-dozen lonely little wooden crosses she had seen through the car window at odd places along the line of rail.
And now she sought her way toward the Flats.

To do this she had to climb over a track that was waiting for ballast.

A car shunted past her, and on its side she saw the big, warning red placards--Dynamite.