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Bascomb, plainly taken aback. "Oh, we're not millionaires," Tom laughed easily. "Yet I fancy Hazelton and I could raise enough money to fight any breach-of-contract case in court. With a steady-paying mine, you know, we could even discount to some extent the earnings of future years." "Oh, well, we don't want hard feelings," urged Mr. Bascomb, his manner becoming more peaceable.
"No need to work thyself into a passion, Will Bascomb, until thou hast heard what their lordships have to say. Maybe they have not seen the Captain and know naught of him." "Not seen him? Know naught of him? Why why !" spluttered Bascomb. Then he suddenly calmed down.
"You have no reason to be afraid of me," assured Frank, quietly. "I am no ghost; I am alive and well." "No, no; it cannot be!" "It is the truth. I did not go to my death over Black Bluff, as you thought. I did fall, but I was saved by a rocky shelf." Then Frank slowly and distinctly explained everything, finally convincing Bascomb that it was really true.
We'll have every bit of the wall watched by men with lanterns." "What you ought to do," suggested Treasurer Prenter, "is to light the breakwater up with electric lights. You have steam power enough here, and with a dynamo you could supply current to the lights." "There's the expense to be considered," mildly observed President Bascomb.
"Oh, I sincerely hope that Hazelton hasn't lost his life here!" cried Mr. Prenter. "Reade, aren't you going to take us down to the water front and show us the extent of the damage?" "I shall be only too glad to do so, sir," Tom agreed. Even Mr. Bascomb consented at last to go. As they gained the porch Nicolas rushed up with the cigars for which the president had sent him. While Mr.
Frank turned again, but Bascomb did not appear to have spoken, and Reynolds looked innocent. Having fixed their belts, they were again in ranks, standing at ease. Not a word did Frank say, but his face expressed a great deal. No further murmurs were heard, and the drill was soon in progress; but Frank knew his enemies had tried to place him in a false light before the corps.
Bascomb turned about in a blind way, and Reynolds caught him by the arm, asking: "Where are you going? What are you going to do?" "I don't know," was the hopeless reply. "It doesn't make any difference where I go or what I do now!" The most of the boys moved toward camp again, leaving Reynolds talking earnestly with Bascomb.
"If your Capitan Marshall speaks Spanish fluently, and possesses the knowledge of how to look and act like a Spaniard, it is quite possible that he might do so." "But," objected Bascomb, "he could not well have been in your city yesterday and have remained in ignorance of what was happening.
Then was seen such a mad struggle as not one of the boys present had ever before witnessed. Merriwell seemed like a tiger that had been stung to ungovernable rage, and Bascomb exerted every bit of skill and strength he possessed. Round and round they whirled, away they reeled, and then a cry of surprise and horror suddenly broke from the crowd.
Don't breathe a word of what you were going to say just now." Even in the dark the two concealed watchers could see that Bascomb was glancing about him nervously. "Now, what is up?" gasped Tom inwardly. "What part has Mr. Bascomb been playing in this mystery that he's so afraid of having become public?" "I won't shut up," proclaimed Evarts. "I don't care who hears me."
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