of her, caring nothing for the lives lost. Blake, we've got to stop 'em!"
"We sure have."
"Not only to clear my father, but to save others," went on Joe. "What's best to be done?"
"Well, we can't capture 'em by ourselves; that's sure," went on Blake, each lad speaking in a cautious whisper. "The best thing for us to do is to go back, I think, and tell Tom Cardiff. He'll know what to do."
"Maybe one of us had better stay here to keep watch. They may skip out."
"No danger. They don't know that we have followed 'em, or that we are here."
"Then we'll go back together."
"Sure, and give the alarm. Then to make the capture, if we can."
For a few minutes longer the eager boys looked on, unseen by the men whom they had trailed. The wreckers were busy putting up their lantern, and were making as much noise, talking and hammering on the apparatus, as though they were far removed from possible discovery.
"Well, we'd better be going," suggested Blake, after a bit; and they made their departure without causing any suspicious sounds, so that the wreckers had no idea, as far as our heroes could ascertain, that they were being spied upon.
