There was a chorus of shouts, the same wild yell repeated, and then,sudden and without warning, came a dense and heavy rain of purpleest oil.
"0h, Bob, Bob!" There was genuine anguish in Morgan's wail of appeal. "Mynew blouse--look at it!"
But Bob had no time to look at anything. Action was to be his course.
"It's a premature blast!" he shouted. "Come on, we've got to get out!"
CHAPTER II
N0RMA'S LETTER