"That's the way father looks," he thought, "whenever he begins to lose his temper. The men mind him then, too; but he has to be waked up first. I know how she feels. She's bound the _Eagle_ shall come out on time!" Even Jack did not appreciate how responsibility was waking up Mary Ogden, or how much older she felt than when she left Crofield; but he had an idea that she was taller, and that her eyes had become darker. Mr. Bones, the man of all work in the front office below, was of the opinion that she was very tall, and that her eyes were very black, and that he did not care to go up-stairs again; for he had blundered into the sanctum, supposing that Mr. Murdoch was there, and remarking as he came: "Sa-ay, that there underdone gawk that helps edit the _Inquirer_, he was jist in, lookin' for--yes, ma'am! Beg pardon, ma'am! I'm only Bones--" "What did the gentleman want, Mr. Bones?" asked Mary, with much dignity. "Mr. Murdoch is at home. He is ill. Is it anything I can attend to?" "Oh, no, ma'am; nothing, ma'am. He's a blower. We don't mind him, ma'am. I'll go down right away, ma'am. I'll see Mr. Black, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am." He withdrew with many bows; and while down-stairs he saw Jack, and he not only saw, but felt, that something very new and queer had happened to the Mertonville _Eagle_. Both Mary and Jack were aware that there was a rival newspaper, but it had not occurred to them that they were at all interested in the _Inquirer_, or in its editors, beyond the fact that both papers were published on Thursdays, and that the _Eagle_ was the larger. The printers worked fast that day, as if something spurred them on, and Mr. Black was almost bright when he reported to Mary how much they had done during the day. "The new boy's the best 'devil' we ever had, ma'am," said he. "Please say to Mr. Murdoch we'd better keep him." "Thank you, Mr. Black," said she. "I hope Mr. Murdoch will soon be well." He stumped away, and it seemed to her as if her dignity barely lasted until she and Jack found themselves in Mr. Murdoch's garden, on their way home. It broke completely down as they were going between the sweet-corn and the tomatoes, and there they both stopped and laughed heartily. "But, Molly," Jack exclaimed, when he recovered his breath, "we'll have to print the liveliest kind of an _Eagle_, or the _Inquirer_ will get ahead of us. I'm going out, after supper, all over town, to pick up news. If I can only find some boys I know here, they could tell me a lot of good items. The boys know more of what's going on than anybody." "I'd like to go with you," said Mary. "Stir around and find out all you can." "I know what to do," said Jack, with energy, and if he had really undertaken to do all he proceeded to tell her, it would have kept him out all night. CHAPTER VIII. CAUGHT FOR A BURGLAR.