Chapter 45

"One lift apiece?" inquired Hiram, with a quizzical look. But he was sober enough as he went on. "I don't know _how_ He made it, and I don't expect to know--not in this world, anyway. But I couldn't be fool enough to look around me, on a day like this, and imagine the whole thing just happened, without any sort of sense or power behind it, any more than I could look at this darned old black suit of mine and imagine it just fell together of itself. It may fall apart that way, and prob'bly…