n property. The bluff of the guns had not worked! Craig
was realizing that in hiring such men, as he had on the spur of the
moment, his rage instead of his business good judgment had prevailed.

There were the repeated warnings of his superiors! The law would be
obliged to investigate if Skulltree dam were wrecked, and would probe to
the bottom of the moving reasons! Scandal, rank scandal! Craig could
behold President Horatio Marlow as he sat that day with upraised,
monitory forefinger, urging the touchy matter of credits and reputation.
Craig could hear Dawes, the attorney: "That talk puts the thing up to
you square-edged!"

Down from the mist-shrouded cliff was advancing a vengeful man who
walked with the footsteps of thunder.

As Craig had looked ahead, basing his judgment on his experience with
men and matters, it had seemed an easy matter to guard Skulltree with
money and law. But in this astounding sortie of Latisan's, Comas money
was of no use and Craig was developing an acute fear of the law which,
invoked, would take matters into court. Over and over, his alarmed
convictions pounded on his caution.

He crouched under a rain of dirt and pebbles--then he ran away.

When he reached the far shore he jumped into a bateau that was pulled up
there. With all the power of his lungs he yelled for rowers. He was
obliged to confess loudly and unreservedly that he was giving up the
fight--was seeking a way of stopping Latisan--before any of his men
would come from the shelter of woods and fog and serve him.

He cursed them with the vigor of a master of galley slaves when the
bateau was frothing along the deadwater. Then he bellowed into the fog,
seeking a replying hail which would locate for him the Flagg crew. There
was no repentance in him; his was a panic of compromise--a headlong rush
to save himself from consequences. There was just as much uncertainty
about what Latisan would do as there was about the dynamiter's exact
location in that fog.

Therefore, Craig announced himself with raucous staccato of: "I quit! I
quit! Get that man! Tell him I quit!"

Men hailed from the shore and their voices guided the rowers. Craig
leaped from the bow of the bateau and waded for the last few yards.

"Go stop him! Bring him here!" He tossed his arms.

"Huh!" scoffed old Vittum. "That's a job for somebody who can tell which
way the next stroke of lightning is heading."

"I'll give five hundred dollars to the man who'll get