Then I may bequeath it to you,
Professor Henderson, in return for the kindness of yourself and
your young assistants."
"I will appreciate that. But you had better go to the house now
and let me doctor you up."
"No, I feel well. I want to get right to work repairing the
damage. It will delay us several days, but we cannot avoid it.
I wish I could catch the men responsible for this outrage."
"Have you any idea who they were?"
"No; but I suspect they were in the enemy of mine. A man who
used to work for me, but whom I discharged because of dishonetesty.
His name was Zeb Forker."
"One of the men who threw the bomb was same one who was at the
window one night," said Mark. "Do you suppose he could be
Forker, Mr. Roumann?"
"No, I do not believe so. But we will not discuss that now. I
fancy the men will not bother us again."
"I'll tell Andy to keep a better watch," said Mr. Henderson.
"And we'll help him," added Mark. "There is little for us to do
on the projectile now, and we can do guard duty, Jack and I
together."
It took Mr. Roumann several days to repair the damage done to the
Etherium motor by the bomb.
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