[CHAPTER IV]
Captured
The destruction from the explosions was not so damaging but that complete repairs could be made in a few weeks and the work, crowded into the other buildings, go on without serious interruption. Mr. Stapley, organizing a crowd of workers on the spot, turned for one moment to listen to his son.
“Say, Dad, it would be a fine thing to land the dubs that did this; wouldn’t it? I have an idea—”
The president of the Stapley Mills laughed outright. “That you know the miscreants? Oh, the confidence and the imagination of youth! Well, go bring them in, my son; bring them right in here!”
“Well, maybe it’s only a joke, but—but, Dad, if I did—if we did, would you—?”
“I’d give you about anything you’d ask for if you even got a clue to the devils! What do you know—anything?”
“Tell you later, Dad. Would you—er—let me—enlist?”