"
"But he must have said something."
"He did. He mumbled about bombs, and plans. He talked a lot about a
factory, and kept saying, 'hurry,' over and over again."
"Didn't any one ask him what he meant?"
"I asked him myself," exclaimed Sergeant Riley, "but he was not well
enough to answer me or understand what I was saying."
"Do you think he referred to this factory?" inquired Hugh.
"The sergeant thinks so," said Mr. Cook. "There are only two others in
High Ridge that they would try to destroy probably, so you see the chance
is one in three that he was speaking of this one."
"I can't imagine a man plotting such things," said Bob bitterly. "He
thinks he's helping Germany I suppose."
"Huh," snorted Bob. "A nice kind of man that will earn his living in a
country and then try to blow it up. Is he going to get well?"
"The doctors say he has an even chance," said Sergeant Riley.
"Well, all I hope is," said Bob, "that when he does get well they take
him and put him in jail for about fifteen years.
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