"Dad wants the list and the amount," she said. "He's got to go to the
city with Mr. Herring."
Bill handed over his pad and she was gone, to return as quickly in a few
minutes.
"Here is an order on the bank; you can draw the cash as you need it. You
can start working in the stable loft; then bring your stuff over. There
will be a watchman on the grounds from to-night, so don't worry about
any more fires. I must go help get Dad off."
Once more she retreated; again she stopped to say something, as an
afterthought, over her shoulder:
"And, boys, won't you let Skeets and me help you some? Skeets will be
here again next week and I love to tinker and contrive and make all
sorts of things; it'll be fun to see the radio receiver grow."
"Sure, you can," said Gus; and Bill nodded, adding: "We have only a
limited time now, and any help will count a lot."
Going down to the bank, Bill again outlined the work in detail,
suggesting the purchases of even better machinery and tools, of only the
best grades of materials. There must be another trip to the city, the
most strenuous part of the work.
"We'll get it through on time, I guess," said Bill.
"I'm not thinking so much of that as about how that fire started," said
Gus.
"It couldn't have been any of our chemicals, could it?"
"Chem--? My eye! Don't you know, old chap? I'll bet Mr. Hooper and Grace
have the correct suspicion.
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