“Hold on!” he bawled at the top of his voice, “don’t let that craft go up!”
“Why not?” yelled Captain Sprowl, his face purple.
“This officer will explain,” cried Hank, “we got a conjunction.”
“Injunction,” he means, explained Miles, the law sharp, with a grin. “We’ve got an injunction prohibiting those boys from handling the Electric Monarch.”
The captain stood aghast. The boys on the Electric Monarch could not catch just what was going on but they knew that the controversy concerned them.
“On what grounds did you obtain this injunction?” demanded the captain, controlling himself with difficulty.
“On the grounds that this craft belongs to Hank Nevins here. It was built from plans left to him by his father,” cried Miles.
“How do you know they were left to him?”
“We have found a will. It was only discovered a few days ago after that young thief on board the Monarch there had appropriated the plans himself.”