They stopped and asked the smith where they would find the superintendent's office.

The brawny fellow turned from the anvil, stepped to the door, and pointed.
"There's the super's office, younker," he said to Frank, "where ye see them two lights close together.

Mebby he's there, an' mebby he's over to town; anyways, the assistant super is on deck." A person had to shout in order to make himself heard in the steady tumult of the mill.

Frank bawled his thanks, and he and his two comrades pressed on toward the twin lights indicated by the blacksmith.
These lights, it was presently discovered, came through two windows of a small office building.

A man was sitting out in front, tilted comfortably back in a chair and smoking a pipe.