"Gracious! The scoundrel is going to run that bar in between the moving parts of the engine and bring about a break-down!" quivered Hal.
Sam Truax stood watching for his chance to thrust the steel bar in just where it would inflict the most damage. Then raising the bar quickly, he poised for the blow.
"Stop that, you infernal sneak!" roared Jack Benson, bounding into the engine room.
CHAPTER XVI
BRAVING NOTHING BUT A SNEAK
"You—here?" hissed Truax, wheeling about.
He had not had time to make the thrust with the steel bar.
Instead, as he wheeled, he raised it above his head, drawing back in an attitude of guard.
As he did so, a vile oath escaped Truax's lips.
"Put that bar down!" commanded Jack Benson, standing unflinchingly before the angry rascal.