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"What does he mean by his 'shinies'?" asked Mr. Emerson.
"He picked up a lot of stuff yesterday when we were hunting arrow heads
and walking to Rosemont by the short cut over the track. When I was
putting Mrs. Schuler's storm cape on him I emptied out his pocketful of
trash into the fireplace."
"What did the shinies look like, son?" inquired Dicky's grandfather.
Dicky was entering into an elaborate and unintelligible explanation
when Moya took the bits of brass from the gourd.
"Would these be the shinies?" she asked.
Mr. Emerson took them from her and examined them carefully.
"I rather think the explanation of the explosion is here," he decided.
"You say you picked these up on the track, Dicky?"
"Yeth, I did, and Ethel threw them away," repeated the youngster who
was beginning to think that he had a real grievance, since his
"shinies" seemed to have some importance.
"These are two of the small dynamite cartridges that brakemen lay on
the track to notify the engineer of a following train to stop for some
reason. They use them in stormy weather or when there is reason to
think that the usual flag or red light between the rails won't be seen.
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