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"There is no greater proof of intelligence, madam, than the belief that we have it not; it is the nature of that gift, that the more we have, the more we believe ourselves to be without it.",“I should say so,” said Bob. “But it must cost a fortune to construct all this. Do you know about how much?”,“Yes,” said the other. “But it would mean tunneling through a mountain to get the water out after the dam was built. That is nothing for the Service if only we could get a road down into the canyon. Need it to get machinery and materials down to the dam site. Nobody’s ever gone through the canyon alive, so no one knows whether a road is practical or not. Lots have started. I’ve sort of a hankering to try it.”,Wild—hideous forms are slowly seen to glide,,“Land’s sakes! Layin’ here naked, boy?”,“Traitor!” repeated Bob and then pulled his horse’s head around and struck hard with his quirt. In a flash his little horse was flying in the direction of home. It was a desperate chance he was taking, for he had read in the faces of the two men as he turned that they were determined that he should not get back to the dam with his suspicions confirmed. He knew that in running he braved possible death, for he had noticed that both men were armed. The sound of his horse’s hoofs and the rushing wind drowned the noise that would have told him whether he was being pursued or not. He was bending low in the saddle and it was hard to turn and see what had become of Jerry and his companions. But he managed it.,Drink, every one;,“I know,” put in Bob. “I didn’t have a mother either. At least, it was so long ago I can hardly remember her.”,“Then the transit’s no use?”,“What the dickens are you doing?” yelled the foreman of a surfacing gang, starting for the boy on a run. “Want to flood the works?”,“Come now!” called Nils guardedly to the boys on shore. “Come now! Hurry up and take some apples.”,“Are they going to do what he says?” put in Bob in a tense whisper..