"No, thanks," replied Karl seriously. "It will be all right I hope."
"I hear you're making ammunition down at the factory," said Bob.
"Yes."
"Keeps you pretty busy, doesn't it?"
"It certainly does. We're going to work both a night and day shift
next week."
"You want to watch out for some of these bomb plotters," said Bob. "There
are a lot of them around here, I understand."
"That so?" exclaimed Karl. "I hadn't heard of any."
"Well, they're here all right."
"We have the plant guarded, you know."
"I know it. It's a good thing too."
"I think it's unnecessary," said Karl. "I told your father so, too."
"You're more of an optimist than he is, I guess," laughed Bob. "He's
heard a lot of things that have made him sort of nervous."
"That so?" demanded Karl. "I wonder what they were?"
"I don't know," Bob lied. He thought that if his father wanted to tell
his employees any details he would probably do so himself.
Just then Hugh plucked his sleeve. "Look, Bob," he exclaimed.
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