"
"More crooked business? You don't mean--"
"Sure, I do! Thad, of course. And, Bill, we're going to get him, sooner
or later. Mr. Hooper won't want to stand this sort of thing forever.
I've got a hunch that we're not through with that game yet."
CHAPTER XX
"TO LABOR AND TO WAIT"
It was truly astonishing what well organized labor could do under
intelligent direction; the boys had a fine example of this before them
and a fine lesson in the accomplishment. The new garage grew into a new
and somewhat larger building, on the site of the old, almost over night.
There were three eight-hour shifts of men and two foremen, with the
supervising architect and Mr. Grier apparently always on the job. As
soon as the second floor was laid, the roof on and the sheathing in
place, Bill and Gus moved in. The men gave them every aid and Mr. Grier
gave special attention to building their benches, trusses, a
drawing-board stand, shelving and tool chests. Then, how those new radio
receivers did come on!
Grace and Skeets were given little odd jobs during the very few hours of
their insistent helping. They varnished, polished, oiled, cleaned copper
wire, unpacked material, even swept up the _debris_ left by the
carpenters; at least, they did until Skeets managed to fall headlong
down about one-half of the unfinished stairway and to sprain her ankle.
Then Grace's loyalty compelled her attention to her friend.
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