Afterward he refilled his pipe, cast a sharp glance about at the sleeping occupants of the room, and said: "You've got what you need now to mix medicine with the banker." He confirmed his words with several satisfied nods.
"Yes," said Bryant.
Carrigan proceeded to meditate.
"Awhile back I sent for some more dynamite," he stated, breaking the silence.

"Didn't say anything to you about it at the time.

It was there in the commissary tent under a stack of cases of peaches and bags of coffee.

If this Alvarez had got his oil on that canvas and a fire going, there sure would have been some fire-works.

You would have had a reservoir blown right in the middle of your project, I'm thinking." "What in the name of heaven do you want with dynamite!" "Well, my boy, there's a lot of ground that can't be dug, but I never saw any that nitro wouldn't move.