“It can’t be possible!” exclaimed Mr. Matson, when Joe, having met him just outside the harvester works, told him of what he had heard. “It hardly seems possible that they would do such a thing. But I’m glad you told me, Joe.”
“Do you think they meant you, dad? I didn’t hear them mention your name.”
“Of course they meant me!” declared Mr. Matson. “The warning came just in time, too, for only to-day I finished an important part of the machinery and the pattern of it is in my office now. I must go back and get it. Wait here for me.”
As Joe stood at the outer gate of the big harvester plant he heard the sound of a carriage approaching, and turning around he saw Mr. Benjamin and Mr. Holdney coming along in the rig Joe had had sent out to them only a little while before.
“I thought better to drive back here first, and go see Duncan later,” Mr. Benjamin was saying, and then both men caught sight of our hero.
CHAPTER XVII
A THROWING CONTEST
“Ha!” exclaimed Mr. Benjamin. “There’s that same lad again!”