Maybe it was the butane tanks letting go, or something.
At the time Trinity Steel manufactured butane tanks in a Dallas County mule barn.
We were putting down butane tanks, out in the country.
The flames ignited butane tanks in the apartment, on the 21st floor of a building on the Lower East Side, and an explosion followed.
On one side are charcoal grills and briquets, on the other, gas grills and butane tanks.
He focused on the chunky butane tank and had a sudden inspiration, worming from his vantage point directly opposite the door, until he lay behind the stove.
Cars, shedsfences, kennels, and butane tanks were swept to other locations.
That problem could probably be solved with a small butane tank.
A butane tank, not electricity, fueled Paula's kitchen stove, so it was perfectly serviceable.
It was loaded with an impact fuse that detonated when it struck the camp stove's butane tank.
