Then he turned to his chum.
"I didn't know just how we would use our little drop light," he
began; "but it seems that the idea wasn't half bad. There is a
tribe of Indians not far from here that would steal a horse or cut a
man's throat quickly enough--the renegade or Southern Utes." As he
spoke he was digging in a chest extracting various small parcels.
"Not even the other Indians have any use for the Utes. And there is
only one thing to do. We must first find out if our friends are
below."
With the help of the flashlight Bob could we that Ned held in his
hand a large, high candle-power incandescent bulb and was adjusting
it in a silver reflector.
"With an electric light?" exclaimed Bob.
"Why not?" replied Ned. "And the help of our little dynamo."
Ned took the flashlight, held it under his coat, and crawled around
in front of the silent engine. "It's here," he explained for Bob's
benefit, "and I am just throwing the gear onto the propeller shaft."
"Well, if you are afraid to show this little light why aren't you
afraid to show a brighter light?" asked the observing reporter.
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