"We're not afraid," said Felix Lapierre, breaking on Craig's furious taunts. "We have promise' to keep off and let him make good for himself--the lone hand--that's it!" "That's it!" agreed Vittum. "He has made good," bleated the Comas man. "If he goes any farther it will only be bad." The dialogue was taking place disjointedly in the silences between the blasts. But Craig made himself heard above the next explosion. "He's ripping hell out of that dam now. Get to him. A thousand dollars for the man who stops him!" "No man in this crew needs any of your money!" Lida was defiantly in front of the Comas director. "But if you're ready to listen to reason after this----" She broke off and turned from him. Before they realized that she had volunteered, she was away in the fog. In a moment they heard her voice, raised in a thrilling call, appealing to the avenger. "That'll fetch him back--even if he was two miles deep in hell," Craig was informed by one of the men. "It's a lucky thing for the Three C's that she's on the job to-day." The Comas director stood holding to a tree. He shivered every time an explosion clanged its echoes from cliff to cliff. And when, after a waiting that was agony, the dreadful bombardment ceased, Craig staggered to the bateau and sat down on its prow. "I don't blame you for looking that way," said Vittum. "If Latisan had been driven to get that dam to-day you would have lost your drive for the canal; and, before God and your directors, you would have been responsible!" When Latisan came out of the fog he had put away, somewhere, the sack which had held destruction. When he had gone away from them, entering upon the perils of his undertaking, he was calm and resolute. Now that he was back, a champion who had prevailed single-handed, he was pale, trembling, and broken; they did not understand, at first. Lida came with him, trying to soothe him, pleading and protesting; he constantly muttered broken speech and seemed to be trying to control a mood that was half frenzy. He left her and stumbled across the open space to Craig. "Everything else you have done--it's nothing as bad as this last. You sent her where you didn't dare to go yourself. Good God! you Comas sneak, I ought to kill you where you sit! For all you cared you were making me a murderer of an innocent girl!" "You had to be stopped. She went before I knew what she was going to do."