"Well, I declare!" said Frank Bowman, happily. "For once I fully approve of Marty."
"Do you? Well, to tell the truth, so do I!" gasped Janice, laughing again. "But I know it is wicked."
"Guess the whole Day family feels friendly toward Nelson," declared the engineer. "I hear Mr. Day went on Nelson's bond Saturday night."
"Yes, indeed. Dear Uncle Jason! He's slow, but he's dependable."
"Well, I am glad Nelson Haley has some friends," Bowman said quickly.
"But I didn't stop you to say just this."
"No?"
"No," said the civil engineer. "When I asked you, 'How goes the battle?' I was thinking of something you said the other night when we were rounding up that disgraceful old reprobate, Hopewell Drugg," and he laughed.
"Oh, poor Hopewell! Isn't it a shame the way they talk about him?"
"It certainly is," agreed Frank Bowman. "But whether Hopewell Drugg is finally injured in character by Lem Parraday's bar or not, enough other people are being injured. You said you'd do anything to see it closed."
"I would," cried Janice. "At least, anything I could do."