Men ran hither and thither,
black shapes flitting up and down like shadows.
"Spread out!" shouted Sergeant Riley. "Circle the factory and don't let
any one escape."
Bob and Hugh unconsciously kept close together in spite of the sergeant's
orders. One end of the factory was situated on the shore of the Molton
River, and toward the river bank the two boys made their way.
"What a scream that was," shuddered Hugh.
"Awful," cried Bob, and then he tripped over something lying on the
ground, and pitched forward headlong on his face. A moment later he had
regained his feet.
"What tripped you?" demanded Hugh.
"Look!" said Bob, shivering as he spoke. He pointed to a misshapen heap
of something lying on the ground at his feet. "It was soft, like a body."
"The woman who screamed," cried Hugh in terror.
"Strike a match."
"I haven't got one."
"We must pick her up and carry her into the office."
"But she may be dead."
"Suppose she is," exclaimed Bob. "We've got to do it just the same.
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