CHAPTER XXIII
The Alarm
Frank crouched on the floor beside his brother.
He switched off the flashlight. The room was in darkness. Immediately he could see a glow of light through one of the cracks in the flooring.
By crouching close to the floor he could see through the cracks into the room beneath.
At the sight he saw he almost gave an exclamation of triumph. There were three men in the room, the three men of the mill—Uncle Dock, his companion, and Markel. They were standing beside a machine that looked like a small printing press. Their sleeves were rolled up and they were wearing inky aprons.
The printing press was rumbling steadily and Markel was feeding it with small sheets of peculiar greenish paper.
But it was what was heaped on a low table beside the press that particularly attracted the attention of the Hardy boys.
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