Mr. Stapley issued several rapid orders; a big mill hand, grinning, brought up the wheelbarrow and began trundling it and its human freight down the street again. Two others, with a piece of stout twine, noosed Shultz’s hands behind him and had him helpless in a moment; then handed him over to Strang, who really would not have dared to be false to his trust. Don, beneath a lamp and before Strang, emptied the cartridges out of his revolver; then handed his weapon to Clem, who also unloaded his gun, and the boys quickly followed on to the watchman’s abode. The ceremony there was as dramatic as could have been wished by the most excitement-loving onlooker. Davis was brought down to the door and he took a look at the two Germans under a bright light. He paused long enough to make his assertion emphatic, pointing his finger and appearing so sure that no one could have doubted him. “I didn’t see Shultz an’ I would have knowed him, anyway; he ain’t no stranger to nary one in this here town. But I did see that man! He’s one o’ them that run from the office buildin’ acrosst the yard just before the bomb went off. That feller an’ another one--a long, thin cuss without any whiskers--they must ’a’ set their fuses too short an’ was scared, because they skinned out awful quick. Then the thing went off an’ the one near where I was a second later, an’ it fixed me so’s I didn’t know nothin’.” “You think that this man--” began Mr. Stapley, indicating the wheelbarrow’s passenger who had said no word, but only sat hugging his leg and looking very pale. “Yes sir, Mr. Stapley, that there feller is one o’ the two men I seen. I’m as sure of it as I am that the sun riz yest’day mornin’! I’ll take a bunch of oaths on it ez big ez the mill prop’ty! Knowed him soon’s I seen him.” “Thank you, Davis. Go back to bed and I hope you’re better--” A cheer, at first uncertain, then growing in volume and intent, interrupted the mill president. “Hurrah for the kids!” it began; then; “That’s the stuff!” “Sure they turned the trick!” “Them kids is some fellers!” and: “Whoop ’em up!” Both boys were caught up on the shoulders of the crowd and passing Strang someone shouted: “Say, Constable, you ain’t got a blamed thing t’ say, so shut up!” “Ben, you and Phil get this fellow down to the mill hospital and stay with him,” ordered Mr. Stapley. “The doctor will be here any minute. Mr. Strang, hold on to Shultz; he was giving these men asylum and we all know his sentiments. Better lock him up and we’ll work the legal proceedings tomorrow. As for the boys, I won’t stand for any action to be taken against them, unless the district attorney insists, and I don’t believe he will. They may have exceeded their rights, but you see the result. Good-night, Strang. Come on, men; we’ll go back to work. You boys had better go home and get some sleep; you both need it. We’ll talk the whole matter over tomorrow.”