Fessenden has built a huge radio transmitter in a place called Brant Rock, Massachusetts.
All he needs to do is to pack troops aboard the trains he undoubtedly has waiting there and send them on to Fessenden Junction.
"But——" began Mrs. Penfield once more, when Mrs. Fessenden interposed.
They have passed a law to redeem it, said Mr. Fessenden, but these regiments refuse to receive it from Massachusetts.
As the car made its swift way along the roads towards Fessenden Junction, the sound of firing constantly came to them.
As for Fessenden's, then, he was less fortunate than the Judge's mastiff.
