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A man who has been up most of the night can't give an honest day's work in return for his wages. Unless the men get their sleep and are kept in good condition we can't get the work out of them that we have a right to expect." "The right man can drive workmen," declared Mr. Bascomb, with emphasis. "You'll have to drive your men.
Since the arrival of the new boys, you have seemed to single Mr. Davis out as an especial object for ridicule and torment. I don't know that you have done so because Mr. Davis is small and scarcely a match for you, but it looks that way. Now, Bascomb, if I were in your place, I would let up. If you persist, you are bound to get yourself into serious trouble.
"I can't do it, sir." "Have you paper, pen and ink here?" thundered Mr. Bascomb. "If so, bring them." Tom quietly obeyed. "Reade," again thundered the president of the Melliston Company, "I have had as much of your nonsense as I intend to stand. You are out of here, from this minute. Take that pen and sign your resignation!" "I don't believe I'll do that, sir," murmured Tom, putting down the pen.
"Of course I know that the telegram to the office said that Hazelton was missing, but I didn't suppose it was anything as tragic as a killing." "Well, Hazelton can't be found, so I haven't a doubt he was killed as part of a general plan of mutiny and revenge on the part of the mixed crews of men working here," declared Mr. Bascomb.
They had gone quite a distance away from the bridge, and had made several inquiries, but had met with no success, and they were about to give up and go back home. "I know one person we haven't inquired of yet," said Mark, as they tramped along. "Who's that?" "Old Bascomb, who lives alone in a shack on the edge of the creek. You know the old codger who traps muskrats."
But Bascomb stepped forward to the front of the poop and issued an order. "Let every man of you," he said, "take bow or musket, and prepare to discharge a volley upon the deck of yonder galleon when I give the word. Then, that done, return to your ordnance and prepare to fire, for the time will be at hand.
Or, maybe, it's another way, after all, of saying that the man who does anything very wrong or crooked is generally such a coward at heart that he'll spend his savings in keeping his secret from the world." "Yet Bascomb must have shown considerable bravery in meeting Evarts's demands," suddenly suggested Reade. "Otherwise, Mr.
Bascomb still remained silent, seeming incapable of offering any defense. "It is useless to waste any more time here," said Hodge, sharply. "This awful business must be reported in camp. We must get boats from the boathouse, and search for Merriwell's body." He started away, and the boys began to follow him.
Gage could not deny this, and it made him angry to think of it. "You are right," he said, fiercely. "I suppose I was foolish to fight him in the way I did. That big bully Bascomb got a hold on me, and he has been blackmailing me ever since. Hang that fellow! I'll choke the wind out of him yet!"
It was a day or two after the occurrence of the "great centipede joke," as the crawfish affair came to be termed, that Paul Rains and Hugh Bascomb were having a bout with the gloves in the gymnasium. Quite a number of spectators had gathered, and Frank Merriwell sauntered up and joined the group.
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