“And I saw that the front door was open,” laughed Owen.
“And the slide out,” added Allan.
“Of course,” said Owen, “I don’t suppose there will be much on the plates but the flames.”
“It is getting chilly, Edith,” said the Doctor, after a time. “I guess that you and I had better stroll home. They have the thing under control now. Don’t stay too long, boys.”
The Doctor had not gone far when Allan came running after them to say that Owen had suggested using some of his developer for the plates, and that he was to bring his dark-room lamp with him. “We are going to begin up to the coach-house to-night.”
“To-night?” repeated the Doctor.
“Yes,” returned Allan, “it’s only half-past nine, and Owen says we can do it all in an hour.”
And so, after waiting about fifteen minutes longer, until the fire had dwindled to a point at which the fire chief saw only an hour’s work ahead of him before leaving the blackened wing of the factory to the care of the watchman, the boys started for Owen’s and were not long in starting back eagerly for the coach-house.