building. All was so dark he could see absolutely nothing.
"I guess we'll have to make a light," he said, as his chum followed him. "Wait till I see if I have some matches."
"Here are some," answered Roger. "Wait, I'll strike a light. You keep hold of that gun—and be ready to use it, if you have to!"
The senator's son struck one of the matches and held it aloft. By its faint rays the boys were able to see some distance into the workshop into which the doorway opened. Only machines and work-benches met their gaze. On a nail hung a lantern.
"We'll light this," said Dave, taking the lantern down. "You can carry it, and I'll keep the gun handy."
With lantern and gun held out before them, and with their hearts beating wildly, the two youths walked cautiously through the workshop. They had to pass through two rooms before they reached the entrance to the offices. The light cast curious shadows on the walls and the machinery, and more than once the lads fancied they saw something moving. But each alarm proved false.
"Why not call the watchman?" suggested Roger, just before entering the offices.
