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several detonators," said Geoffrey as indifferently as he could. "I
have only two bits at present to pay for them, but if they don't come
to more than a dollar you shall have the rest to-morrow. I also want
to borrow a drill."

The storekeeper was used to giving much longer credit than Geoffrey
wanted, but the glance he cast at the applicant was not reassuring, and
it is possible he might have refused his request, but that, unseen by
Thurston, Bransome signaled to him from behind the barrel.

"We don't trade that way with strangers generally," the storekeeper
answered. "Still, if you want them special, and will pay me what
they're worth to-morrow, I'll oblige you, and even lend you a set of
drills. But you'll come back sure, and not lose any of them drills?"
he added dubiously.

"I haven't come here to rob you. It's a business deal, and not a favor
I'm asking," asserted Geoffrey grimly, and when he withdrew the
storekeeper observed:

"Why can't you do your own charity, Bransome, instead of taxing me?
That's the crank who wanted to run your lake down, isn't he? I guess
I'll never see either him or them drills again."

"You will," the rancher assured him. "If that man's alive to-morrow
you'll get your money; I'll go bail for him. He's just the man you
mention, but I'm considerably less sure about the crankiness than I was
this morning. There's a quantity of fine clean sand in him."

Meanwhile, and soon after Geoffrey had set out for the store, the two
girls strolled down the trail to ascertain how he was progressing.
They looked at each other significantly when they came upon the litter
of debris and tools.

"Lit out!" announced Jean Graham. "The sight of all that work was too
much for him. He'll be lying on his back now by the river thinking
poetry. This country's just thick with reposeful Britishers nobody at
home has any use for, and their kind friends ship off onto us. In a
way I'm sorry. He lit out hungry, and he didn't look like a loafer."

"I'm afraid we were a little hard upon him," said Helen, smiling.
"Still, I am somewhat surprised he did not carry out his bargain."

"You can never trust those gilt-edge Britishers," said Jean Graham with
authority. "There was old man Peters who took one of them in, and he'd
sit in the store nights making little songs to his banjo, and talking
just wonderful. Said he was a baronet or something, if he had his
rights, and made love to Sally. Old fool