“He’s busy.”
I wondered what Uncle Bob was busy about; but I noticed that my uncles were preparing for the expedition, putting some tools and a small lantern in a travelling-bag. After this Uncle Jack took it open downstairs ready for starting.
“Look here, Cob,” said Uncle Dick; “we are going down to the works.”
“What! To-night?”
“Yes, my lad, to-night.”
“But you can’t get in. The men have the key.”
“I have the agent’s keys. There are two sets, and I am going down now. Look here; take a book and amuse yourself, and go to bed in good time. Perhaps we shall be late.”
“Why, you are going to stop all night,” I cried, “so as to be there before the men?”
“I confess,” he said, laughing in my excited face.
“And I sha’n’t see any of the fun,” I cried.