“What are the people doing?” Carl Hunter wanted to know.
“Everything they can do,” said Ralph. “All the men and women are out at the jam, working side by side. I saw them plant several charges of dynamite and they might just as well have been five inch firecrackers for all the good it did. There isn’t enough dynamite in this part of the state to move that jam. They couldn’t get it planted in time.”
“I wish we could do something to help them,” said the managing editor thoughtfully.
“If you really want to save the village,” said Tim, “I think I’ve got a plan that will work. Listen.”
In a few words he outlined his plan. The managing editor listened thoughtfully.
“Sounds like it is the only chance of saving them, but you’ll be running a mighty big risk, Tim.”
“I’m willing to take the chance if you’ll let me have the Good News. I’ll have to cover nearly a thousand miles before I can really start work.”
“The Good News and anything else you need is yours,” promised the managing editor.
“Then I’ll get ready and start at once,” said Tim.
“Count me in,” added Ralph.