CHAPTER XIII

A Close Call The thought that came to Ted Scott was one that might well cause the cheek of the bravest to blanch. Was it possible that the mail bag held an infernal machine—one of those satanic contrivances that was moved by clockwork, timed to explode at any minute the maker might choose? Ted looked around for the manager. But Steiner on that day had gone over to Lumberport, summoned there by Mr. Bruin, who wanted to consult him on a matter of pressing importance. But Bill Twombley and Roy Benedict were near at ha…