The room which first received them was long and narrow, with walls showing both age and neglect. They were met at the door by a tall gentleman of military bearing and a dwarf whose mischievous black eyes stared fixedly into their faces.
“The lieutenant is late,” the military man explained. “If one of you is Frank Shaw, however, a portion of the business of the day may be taken up before his arrival.”
Frank admitted his identity, and was invited into a smaller room opening from the apartment in which the others waited.
CHAPTER VIII.
EXPLOSIVES FOR THE GATUN DAM.
Ned and Jimmie listened for some moments to the steady click-click of metal which came, or appeared to come, from the ground directly underneath their feet, and then Ned arose and crept forward.
“Where you goin’?” whispered Jimmie.
“Down there.”