"Father had probably sent him on an errand," said Bob. "Let's hurry and
see if we can't find father and Sergeant Riley."
"Who do you think shot Lena?" asked Hugh.
"I don't know. We'd better not talk here now."
"Do you suppose it could have been the fake detective?" said Hugh
regardless of Bob's advice.
"I don't know, but I don't see why he should shoot one of his own gang."
"He blew up Mr. Wernberg though."
"I know it, but I can't understand it, and as I said I don't think we
ought to talk here."
They proceeded in silence. Both boys were eager to join the others and
they wondered what they could be doing down by the river. Perhaps they
had captured the plotter and had dispatched Karl for rope or handcuffs
to secure him. At any rate nothing suspicious had happened since the
shots had first been heard.
The boys had progressed but a short distance further, when suddenly a
great tongue of flame shot heavenward between them and the river. An
ear-splitting detonation followed, and the very earth was rocked by an
enormous explosion.
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