"Tell me about it."
"Not here. Wait until we get home. I do not dare to speak of it now. Someone might overhear us and then all our efforts would have been for nothing. I'll tell you all about it before we sit down to supper."
"Well, that beats all," muttered Jarvis. "I didn't think we should succeed so easily. What are you going to do about it?"
"I'll answer that question also when we get home, old man."
The boys did not wait until after supper that night. Closing and locking the door after reaching their room, Steve asked:
"How many tons did the Spooner contract turn out to-day?"
"Forty by the dump cars."
"Is it possible?"
"Yes. What does the tally show?"
Steve leaned over and whispered in his companion's ear, whereat Bob uttered a low, long-drawn whistle.