"Yes, and they attacked the watchman," responded the senator's son.
"I'm going back there," went on Dave. "The others will have to stop and dress. Maybe we can catch those rascals."
"Yes, and save the watchman, Dave!"
By this time Mr. Wadsworth had appeared, in a bath-robe, and Dunston Porter also showed himself. Dave slipped on his shoe again and fairly threw himself into his coat, and Roger also rearranged his toilet.
"Wait—I'll go with you!" cried Phil.
"Can't wait, Phil—every second is precious!" answered our hero. "You can follow with the men."
"Take the gun, or a pistol—you may need it," urged the shipowner's son, as he started to dress.
In a corner stood Dave's double-barreled shotgun loaded. He took it up. Roger looked around the room, saw a baseball bat in another corner, and took that. Then the boys ran out into the hallway, where the electric lights were now turned on full. The whole house was in a hub-bub.
"We are dressed and we'll go right down to the works," said Dave. "I heard what father said, Mr. Wadsworth. We'll help Tony Wells, if we can." And before anybody could stop him, he was out of the house, with Roger at his heels.
