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As to the directors kicking over the present expense, they'll have a prompt chance to do it. As soon as the telegraph office in Blixton was open this morning I wired the president of the company. Now, I'm going ashore. I can't do anything out here to help you, can I?" "Nothing," replied Renshaw. "If I didn't know how foolish the advice would sound, Mr. Reade, I'd urge you to take a nap."
Then the procession turned toward the land end of the retaining wall. "If Nicolas doesn't show up soon," Tom murmured to the foreman, "I shall notify the Blixton police and offer a reward for news of him. That little fellow is too faithful to be left to his fate." "What would the negro want of Nicolas?" queried the foreman. "Revenge," Tom replied.
"That wouldn't help you, this time," Tom retorted dryly. "Mr. Sambo Ebony has a revolver with him. Don't let him get a shot at you; he'd be only too glad to even the score. Now, Dick, I guess we'd better get Evarts over to the jail." Away started the chums and their prisoner while Nicolas went inside to warn Harry. Not so very much later Tom and Dick turned Evarts over to the police in Blixton.
Let each foreman make it his business to know just what the men under him are doing." One foreman was to take men with lanterns and go out carefully over every foot of the seawall. Another was to organize a beach patrol. Still another, with but two men, was to go into the town of Blixton and see if any tidings of Hazelton could be obtained there.
"I've got to have a cigar," the president of the company insisted. "Then, sir, if you'll give Nicolas your orders, he'll run over to Blixton and get you what you want." The Mexican departed in haste on the errand. "Now, first of all, Reade," began the president, "I am disgusted at learning of one fool mistake that you've made." "What is that, sir?" Tom asked, coloring.
Tom Reade, stepping forward quickly, "I'm rather tired and out of condition to-night, but if you don't leave here as fast as you can go, I'll kick you every step of the way for the first half-mile back to Blixton! Do you think you understand me?" "I -I reckon I do," admitted the fellow. "Then start before you tempt my right foot! I'll give you five seconds to get off."
"Don't be too quick on the shoot," warned the Blixton policeman, who still had his own revolver in his hand. "This is a police party, and you're under arrest. Start any shooting trouble, and the air will be full of it." "Clear out, and I'll come outside and talk with you," proposed Evarts, for it really was the discharged foreman. "All right," nodded the policeman.
What happened to Prescott, after joining the army as an officer, is told in "Uncle Sam's Boys on Field Duty," the second volume in the "Boys of the Army Series." Though Harry Hazelton was disappointed in missing some of the excitement at Blixton, he had no occasion to complain in that respect when he and Tom entered upon the next great undertaking of the young engineer pair.
I shall pay you nothing, for you're here against the law and against the camp regulations. You're engaged in selling liquor illegally. If I catch you in camp again on that business, my friend, I'll arrest you and hold you until the officers come over from Blixton and take you." Then, in the next moment, Tom suddenly shot out: "Harry, see to it that our friend doesn't run away just yet!"
The truth was that the citizens of Blixton, when appealed to, organized a strong guard which was thrown around the jail. Doubtless the gang-members were warned in time, and so did not attempt to commit wholesale suicide by running against a citizens' posse. Mr. Bascomb is still president of the Melliston Company, and he is holding up his head. No further fear of blackmailers oppresses him.
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