It was a full
minute before he regained control of his voice.
"Ye think Oi 'm a dommed fool?" he ejaculated, hoarsely.
"No; that is exactly what I do not think, Burke," and Winston smiled
again beneath his stern gray eyes. "That is precisely why I know you
will show me all I desire to see. A damn fool might possibly be
tempted to take chances with this gun, and get hurt, but you are smart
enough to understand that I 've got the drop all right, and that I mean
business--I mean business." These words were uttered slowly,
deliberately, and the foreman involuntarily dropped his lids as though
feeling them physically, the fingers of his uplifted hands clinching.
"What--what is it ye want to see?"
"That tunnel you 've got concealed by falsework."
Burke spat against the rock wall, the perspiration standing forth on
his forehead. But Irish pugnacity made him stubborn.
"Who tould ye that loie? Shure, an' it's not here ye 'll be apt to
foind the loikes o' that, me man."
Winston eyed him scornfully.
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