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He turned his head, smiled bitterly, and touched the barrel of his gun.
"When that rock comes down," he said, "one of those above shall follow it."
At that moment the block parted from the parent rock, and whirled beneath, followed by a train of dust. It struck the corner of the chimney, sent the stones of which it was built flying in all directions, and crashed through the roof, but left the thorn-bush athwart the gap it had torn.
Before Saltren could discharge his gun, Mrs. Kite struck it up, and he fired it into the air.
"You fool!" she said, and then burst into a harsh laugh. "You find fault with others for doing that you approve yourself. You would undermine Orleigh, and object to Chillacot being overthrown."
