"I never thought of that," Joe admitted. "It isn't a bad idea. I'm willing to try it."
"It will be risky, of course. But I'm practically convinced that the old mill is where this counterfeit money is coming from. The only way we'll ever find out is to go there ourselves. If we told the town police what we suspected they would only laugh at us and probably they'd be so clumsy about taking any action that the counterfeiters would get wind of it. The only way is to keep it to ourselves and go out there quietly and see what we can find."
"How can we get out to-night? Mother won't let us go. She'll be afraid we'll get hurt."
"I hate to do anything underhand, but it's our only chance. We'll go out for a motorcycle trip this evening, and as soon as it gets dark we'll head for the mill. We should reach there about ten o'clock. We'll park the bikes a good distance away from the mill, so they won't hear us coming, and then we'll walk the rest of the way."
"If we get the goods on the counterfeiters we'll be heroes. If we don't we'll catch a lecture for staying out late."
"We'll just have to take our chance on that. But I think that if everything goes well we won't get any lecture."
