"But I advise you girls to keep your hands off the thing unless a crisis arises.

I don't imagine the gang will get past me and Booth at the entrance, but if any stragglers come your way Smith has authority to drive them back.

I'm justice of the peace, and I hereby appoint you all special officers of the law." He said this lightly, fearing to alarm the girls unnecessarily, and then passed through the doorway and joined Booth at the front.
The telephone rang and Patsy answered it.
"How soon will the forms be ready ?" asked Arthur's voice.
"In ten minutes--perhaps five," she answered.
"We'll have the power on in ten minutes more.

Tell Smith not to lose an instant's time in running off the edition, for we don't know how long we can keep the line open.

The strikers are threatening us, even now." "All right," called Patsy; "just give us the power for a few minutes, and we'll be through for to-night." She went back to Thursday and reported.
"There may be a few typographical errors, and I'm afraid it's a bad make-up," he remarked; "but I'll have the thing on the press in five minutes." With mallet and shooting-stick he tightened the quoins, then lifted the heavy iron frames filled with type and slid them onto the bed of the press.