“Sounds like funny stuff,” Don said hurriedly. “They’re up to something queer. ‘Whiskers’ said there’d be enough to blow things to pieces; that’s all I made out. They seemed to mean some building, but I couldn’t quite catch what.”
“Great snakes! They’re a couple of dynamiters!” Clem declared.
“Don’t know, but it looks like it. I have a hunch they’re going to destroy something or other.”
“Where?”
“I couldn’t make out. Don’t think they said where. That was understood.”
“When?”
“Couldn’t tell that, either.”
“What else did you get?”
“Not much; nothing. But that’s about enough; isn’t it?”