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"
Senor
Hirsch
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
have
enough
dynamite
stored
up
at
the
mountain
to
send
it
down
crashing
into
the
valley
"
--
his
voice
rose
a
little
--
"
to
send
half
Sulaco
into
the
air
if
I
liked
.
"
Charles
Gould
smiled
at
the
round
,
startled
eyes
of
the
dealer
in
hides
,
who
was
murmuring
hastily
,
"
Just
so
.
Just
so
.
"
And
now
he
was
going
.
It
was
impossible
to
do
business
in
explosives
with
an
Administrador
so
well
provided
and
so
discouraging
.
He
had
suffered
agonies
in
the
saddle
and
had
exposed
himself
to
the
atrocities
of
the
bandit
Hernandez
for
nothing
at
all
.
Neither
hides
nor
dynamite
--
and
the
very
shoulders
of
the
enterprising
Israelite
expressed
dejection
.
At
the
door
he
bowed
low
to
the
engineer-in-chief
.
But
at
the
bottom
of
the
stairs
in
the
patio
he
stopped
short
,
with
his
podgy
hand
over
his
lips
in
an
attitude
of
meditative
astonishment
.
"
What
does
he
want
to
keep
so
much
dynamite
for
?
"
he
muttered
.
"
And
why
does
he
talk
like
this
to
me
?
"
The
engineer-in-chief
,
looking
in
at
the
door
of
the
empty
sala
,
whence
the
political
tide
had
ebbed
out
to
the
last
insignificant
drop
,
nodded
familiarly
to
the
master
of
the
house
,
standing
motionless
like
a
tall
beacon
amongst
the
deserted
shoals
of
furniture
.
"
Good-night
,
I
am
going
.
Got
my
bike
downstairs
.
The
railway
will
know
where
to
go
for
dynamite
should
we
get
short
at
any
time
.
We
have
done
cutting
and
chopping
for
a
while
now
.
We
shall
begin
soon
to
blast
our
way
through
.
"
"
Do
n't
come
to
me
,
"
said
Charles
Gould
,
with
perfect
serenity
.
"
I
sha
n't
have
an
ounce
to
spare
for
anybody
.
Not
an
ounce
.
Not
for
my
own
brother
,
if
I
had
a
brother
,
and
he
were
the
engineer-in-chief
of
the
most
promising
railway
in
the
world
.
"
"
What
's
that
?
"
asked
the
engineer-in-chief
,
with
equanimity
.
"
Unkindness
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Charles
Gould
,
stolidly
.
"
Policy
.
"
"
Radical
,
I
should
think
,
"
the
engineer-in-chief
observed
from
the
doorway
.
