Then Mrs. Falchion thrust a red-hot iron into the powder,
and an explosion ensued. I was for a moment uneasy, but Mr. Devlin
reassured me, and instantly a shrill whistle from the little mills
answered the salute.
Just before they got into the cage, Mrs. Falchion turned to Boldrick, and
said: "You have not been trying to remember where you heard my name
before? Well, can you not recall it now?"
Boldrick shook his head. "Perhaps you will recall it before I see you
again," she said.
They started. As they did so, Mrs. Falchion said suddenly, looking at
Boldrick keenly: "Were you ever in the South Seas?"
Boldrick stood for an instant open-mouthed, and then exclaimed loudly, as
the cage swung down the incline: "By Jingo! No, ma'am, I was never there,
but I had a pal who come from Samoa."
She called back at him: "Tell me of him when we meet again. What was his
name?"
They were too far down the cable now for Boldrick's reply to reach them
distinctly. The descent seemed even more adventurous than the ascent,
and, in spite of myself, I could not help a thrill of keen excitement.
But they were both smiling when the cage reached us, and both had a very
fine colour.
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