Unless you go away at once you will suffer the consequences." This defense seemed to surprise them, for they fell back a little toward the windows.

At that moment, with a low rumble, the press started, moving slowly at first but gradually acquiring speed.

The sight aroused the resentment of the invaders.
"Stop that press!" yelled their spokesman excitedly.

"Stop it, Smith, or we'll put both you and the machine out of business." Thursday paid no attention to anything but his press.

The huge cylinder of white paper was unrolling, passing under the platen and emerging at the other end as neatly folded copies of the Millville Daily Tribune.
With a roar of rage the big fellow leaped forward, but at the action a shot rang out and he fell headlong almost at the foot of the press.
Beth and Patsy turned their heads an instant to glance at Hetty.