s holes in things and is mighty pow'ful--actin' unexpected at times--" He paused for further illustrations, but Swickey had grasped her idea of "dinnimite" from his large free gestures. It was something bigger and stronger than her father.
"Is dinnimite suthin' like--like God-A' mighty?" she asked in a timid voice.
"Ya-a-s, Swickey, it are--sometimes--"
So Swickey and her father came to Lost Farm. The river had said "stay," and according to Swickey's interpretation had repeated it. They both heard it, the old giant-powder deacon of the lumber company, and his "gal."
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