"Do you deny you have newly invented ammunition in that car?" he
exclaimed brusquely.
"I deny nothing and refuse to be put in the attitude of doing so,"
calmly answered Ned. "Although it happens you are wrong again."
The young man laughed and again changed his tactics.
"Well, look here, boys, what's the use of getting mad about this?
You're working on something, just as I'm working on a newspaper.
You've got a good story somewhere about you and I'd like to have it.
What's the matter with being good fellows and loosening up?"
"Because it is purely a business matter in which the public would be
too much concerned if it knew what we were doing."
"Well, whatever it is, it's good--I know that," replied the young
journalist, laughing, "and I'm sorry I'm not in it with you--special
car--flowers--traveling like railroad presidents. I'm on. But,
say, when this thing breaks I'd like to be in on the yarn. I was
lying. I never heard of you before the train pulled in. But you
know the railroad people are on. They told me you had a black case
marked 'Explosive.
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