dorothea points her finger to the burning part of the fuse and follows it along as it burns , counting , `` one one hundred , two one hundred , three one hundred , four ... '' when the fuse burns to the end of a link , the burning slows down as it hits the constricted pinch between the links , and then flares up again ... one hundred , five one hundred , six ... `` all right , '' says dorothea , and she pours the cup of water she had at hand over the fuse to extinguish it .