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"Well, they won't get it at my tank!" declared the young inventor, with a smile. "I've finished testing her on the road. All I need do now is to run her around this place if I have to; and there won't be much need of that before she's taken apart for shipment. Did you get any trace of Simpson or the men who are with him Blakeson and the others?" "No," Ned answered.
"Blakeson & Grinder, or some of their tools probably the bearded man or Waddington found out about this shaft which led down into our tunnel. They induced the first ten men to quit, and when Tim went to get the fuse the rope was let down, and the men climbed up here, one after the other. Those Indians can climb like cats.
"Well, that's a fine way of traveling about," said Mr. Blakeson, and his friends agreed with him. The next morning, while Bunny, Sue and the others were at breakfast, talking about the fire of the night before, a number of children came down the road to see the big machine.
"Yes, the Osprey that Colonel Blakeson used to sport up and down the coast in. Paid a cool ten thousand for it, though if he had left it to me I could have got it for eight, I'm sure." "Well, twenty thousand dollars oughtn't to worry Mr. Carwell, I should think," returned Minnie. "It wouldn't have, a year ago," answered LeGrand. "But he's been on the wrong side of the market for some time.
I wouldn't want them to find out these secrets, and they could do that if they were in the tank a while, or had her in their possession." "They couldn't do that, Tom get possession of her could they?" "There's no telling. I'm going to be doubly on the watch. That fellow Blakeson is in the pay of the plotters, I believe.
"The present difficulties are all of Nature's doing," he said. "It's just the abnormally hard rock that is bothering us. Only for that we'd be all right, though we might have petty difficulties because of the mean acts of Blakeson & Grinder. But I don't fear them." "How do you think this Waddington, if it was he, knew you were coming here?" asked Tom. "I can only guess.
What would you say if I told you that man was Blakeson, of Blakeson and Grinder, the rival tunnel contractors who made such trouble for us?" "You mean down in Peru, Tom?" "Yes." Mr. Damon started in surprise, and then exclaimed: "Bless my ear mufflers, Tom, but you're right! That was Blakeson! I didn't know him with his beard, but that was Blakeson, all right! Bless my foot-warmer!
"It certainly is. But Professor Bumper is a fine man. I have known him for years." "This seems to dispose of the theory that he planted the bomb, and that he is one of the plotters in the pay of Blakeson & Grinder," said Mr. Titus, when he and Tom were alone. "Yes, I guess it does. But who can have done it?" That was a question neither could answer.
He was smooth shaven when first he went to Shopton, to spy on Mr. Titus, whose movements he had been commanded to follow by Blakeson & Grinder. Then he disappeared after Mr. Titus chased him, only to reappear, in disguise, on board the Bellaconda, as Senor Pinto. Waddington, meanwhile, had grown a beard and this, with his knowledge of theatrical makeup, enabled him to deceive even Mr. Titus.
"He must have some connection with my old enemy, Blakeson," answered Tom, "and we know he's mixed up with Schwen. From the looks of him I should say that this Simpson, as he calls himself, is the directing head of the whole business. He looks to be the moneyed man, and the brains of the plotters. Blakeson is smart, in a mechanical way, and Schwen is one of the best machinists I've ever employed.
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