Then added, in a whisper: "The night manager will blame us, and hold me responsible, if there _is_ any damage." Both boys carefully inspected the tiny puddle for a few moments.
"Say, don't touch the box again," counseled Prescott, uneasily.
"Do you know what that stuff looks to me like, Dave ?" "What ?" "Do you remember the thick stuff that Dr.Thornton showed us in IV.

Chemistry the other day ?" "Great Scott!" breathed Dave Darrin, anxiously.

"You don't mean nitroglycerine ?" "But I _do_!" Dick nodded, energetically.
"Wow! Don't stir from here.

I'll call the night manager." Night Manager Drowan came over at once, eyeing the box and the tiny pool of thick stuff.
"I never saw nitroglycerine but once," remarked Mr.Drowan, nervously.

"I should say this stuff looks just like it.