“That’s it,” David said. “China Shaft.” “Can tak in can tah,” his father said, as if in a dream. “Yes.” “And we have to blow it up?” Steve asked. “Just how do we go about that?” David pointed to the concrete cube near the field office. “First we have to get inside there.” They walked over to the powder magazine. Ralph yanked at the padlock on the door, as if to get the feel of it, then racked the Ruger. The metallic clack-clack sound it made was very loud in the stillness of the pit. “The rest of you stand back,” he said. “This always works great in the movies, but in real life, who knows.”
