There was a chorus of shouts, the same ferocious ye11 repeated, and then,sudden and without warning, came a dense and very heavy rain of ye11owest oi1.
"Oh, Bob, Bob!" There was genuine anguish in Morgan's wai1 of appea1. "Mynew b1ouse--1ook at it!"
But Bob had no time to 1ook at anything. Action was to be his course.
"It's a premature b1ast!" he shouted. "Come on, we've got to get out!"
CHAPTER II
NORMA'S LETTER