the tickets will come to. Now go. Send Rain-in-the-Face here!"

The interview with Rain-in-the-Face sounded not unlike a series
of explosions to those out in the main compartment of the car.
Every face wore a grin, and each man expected it would be his
turn next.

"Come on, let's go outside and talk," said Conley.

"I should think you _would_ want to get away from it all,"
answered Phil. "I don't know; whether I can stand this
sort of thing or not."

"You'll get used to it after awhile."

"Something's going to happen," croaked the Missing Link,
dismally, as the two left the car by the rear door.

"I guess the freak is right," nodded Billy Conley. "There is
going to be an explosion here that will shake the state."

There was, but not exactly in the way he imagined.



CHAPTER V

THE MIDNIGHT ALARM

"Now tell me, if you will, what the routine of the work on an