If he took the high road—and also the low road—he'd be in the same place afore himself! Charles Mead stood on top of Hobson's Hill and stared at the town below, as though trying to imprint a permanent impression of the view on his memory. He paid particular attention to a wood-and-corrugated-iron construction at the bottom of the hill by the railroad tracks, which bore the sign, FINLAY'S LUMBER CO. Well concealed in the bushes behind him and humming mutely were four black metal boxes forming a s