CHAPTER XXIV

AT THE FACTORY


"Well," exclaimed Bob in dismay, "I guess they got rid of us that time."

"Why have they?" demanded Hugh. "Why can't we hire a cab and
follow them?"

"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