"Have you got any money?"
"Not a cent."
"Neither have I. I guess we're left."
"Aren't we fools?" cried Hugh angrily. "How could any one be so stupid?"
"There's no use in crying over spilt milk," said Bob. "The thing for us to do is to decide what we ought to do next."
"Let's go down to the factory; I don't see what else we can do."
"All right," said Bob disconsolately. "I do hate to have to go and tell father that we've been tricked and beaten though."
"He can at least get the police to come down and help guard his factory," said Hugh. "Probably no harm will come to it if they do that."
"But how do you know his factory is to be attacked? It may be they are planning other damage to-night. We might have had a chance to stop it if we'd followed those two, and now they've got away from us."
"Your father ought to have reported Lena and Heinrich to the police anyway."