"Not at all necessary," he informed her, candidly. "It's the very
worst powder ever made. My charcoal is poor and my proportions wrong,
and I only half ground it all together. But it burned! That's enough
for me--it burned! It assures us a fire, and I'll make a new batch,
that will go off like a Spanish revolution!"
He went below at once to gather twigs and fuel, bits of dried grass,
and other kindling, and brought a large bundle to the terrace. More
carefully, then, he mixed and ground his succeeding sample of the
powder. Recalling more clearly the accepted formula, he increased the
proportion of saltpeter to something nearer seventy-five per cent. of
the whole, approximating thus the standard long since established.
Aware that, when he finally came to manufacture an explosive of higher
efficiency, he would do much better to wet the ingredients and later
dry the finished product, he now proceeded, as before, merely to try
for a fire.
Thus he presently laid a train of his grayish mixture from one small
heap to another, in a place selected for his trial. Over one of the
powder pyramids he arranged his combustible straws, twigs, and branches
with the nicest care. And when, at length, he struck a white-hot star,
divinely potential, into the midst of the second heap, a hissing snake
of incandescence and smoke darted swiftly along the surface of
rock--and his fire leaped into being.
On the towering rock, as on an altar, the flames that meant life to the
exiled pair rose goldenly bright and clear.
A strange exultation in Grenville's prowess possessed Elaine, as she
stood by in wonder, looking on his face.
"It shall never go out," he told her, presently, "not if I can prevent
it."
CHAPTER X
THE MASTER POACHER
There were woods in abundance about the base of the tufa cliff that
would burn almost as slowly and retain their glow about as long as the
hardest of anthracite coal.
Yet it was not on these that Grenville depended, that particular night,
to maintain the fire he had conjured from flint and steel. All those
long dark hours he served his altar flame with fuel gathered for the
purpose. An easier method for its preservation, by means of the woods
that were promptly discovered, he adopted, however, very soon.
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