way. We'll go down to the freight yard and find a car
that is going to be shunted onto the private track. There's a car-load
of wagon wheels due to-day, I know, and the chances are that we can
find that and hide in it. The men at the freight yard would never
know, and when we got inside we could get out and the strikers wouldn't
know we were inside at all."

"That's a fine idea, Jack. We'll do that. Say, that'll be a great
joke on Ed Willis and those other toughs he's got on his side, won't
it?"

"I'll bet they'll never guess we're inside at all, Pete!"

Both boys knew their way around the freight yards very well indeed.
Both had been sent there a good many times by Mr. Carew to look up
delayed shipments, that were needed in the factory, and, as a
consequence, the men at work in the yards, knowing that they worked in
the factory, were not suspicious when Jack began asking about the wagon
wheels. They found the car with little difficulty, and, once they had
discovered that it was to be shunted into the private spur of track
leading into the factory within an hour or two, they did not hesitate
to get inside and hide themselves in one dark corner of the car.

There was plenty of room for them, and they crouched behind a case of
wheels, and told one another stories. It was good fun, they thought,
and they only wished that it was time for their ride to begin.

"Listen!" whispered Pete, suddenly. "That sounds like someone fumbling
for the catch of the car door, Jack."

It was dark in the car, and suddenly, there was a stream of light as
the door was pushed cautiously open.

"Right, oh, Ed," said a hoarse voice, trying to be quiet. "We can
shove the stuff right in here. Then, about midnight, we can get in and
let it off. They'll never open this car up tonight, and they won't
know the stuff's in here."

"Not unless it goes off as she bumps over the frogs going into the
spur," said Big Ed Willis, chuckling. "But if she lets go then
there'll be a pretty big explosion, just the same. May leave a bit of
the factory standing, but it'll take them a long time to make repairs.
It would blow Number Four shop and this car to smithereens, anyhow."

Horrified, but unable to make a move, the two Scouts saw three heavy
boxes being loaded gingerly onto the car and hidden under some sacking.

"There!" said Big Ed. "That's a good job, well done! And it looks
mighty neat. No one'd ever guess, just to look at that sacki