might do...yes, wine kegs! A long stick inside a
pipe, a small vial under the stick, they step on the stick, puts
pressure on the vial, the vial explodes, setting off the main charge.
Yes! It ought to work! Come on, boy, come on! Get going!" The man
disappeared again.
103 "Excuse me, sir," said Little Dog, "I've got to go!"
104 Red Serpent took his arm. "Wait a minute, boy," he insisted, "how
much of this stuff do you have? We have no time to make mines."
105 "You see that:building up there?" explained Little Dog, "It's
full of it...a couple of hundred bottles like that big one. But if you
intend to take any of it, it'll have to be put in smaller bottles
about one-fourth that size, and you have to take care of it to keep it
cool. You can't bounce it around. The warmer it gets, the more
dangerous it is."
106 "Then we'll need somebody that knows how to handle it," announced
Red Serpent. "and that old man can't go, so I've got a feeling that
only leaves one possibility."
107 Little Dog looked at him with an "I thought you were going to say
that," look, then, shrugged. "Your men have got to obey me absolutely,"
insisted Little Dog. "Their lives will depend on it. One mistake, one
moment of carelessness, and they'll be blown to bits! This stuff gives
no mercy. It's very unforgiving."
108 "As far as this Yellow Thunder goes," agreed Red Serpent, "you're
the boss. You tell me what you want, and you'll get it."
109 "O.k.," agreed Little Dog, "first of all, three good men with some
knowledge of explosives