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At Blixton, Tom had merely sent for the four peace officers in the town of Blixton, and had had the gamblers warned out of camp. They had gone, but there had been wrathful mutterings among many of the workmen. The camp was a half mile back from the water's edge, on a low hillside. Here the men of the outfit were settled.
"Let it go as far as you like, always being ready to take the consequences," Tom smiled genially. There followed a period of tense waiting. After nearly a half an hour of this a 'bus arrived, with four police officers from Blixton in it. Tom Reade preferred his charges against the gamblers and bootleggers.
"Put in at the dock now," the young chief ordered, and the boat started on its way. "Some one signaling from the wall lower down," Tom soon informed the negro pilot. "Put in where you see the signaling." "It is I, Corbett," called the foreman of that name. "Mr. Reade, these two men with me belong to the Blixton police."
Then Tom had to hurry over to Blixton, Dick going with him, while Hazelton went down to the breakwater to superintend the day's work there. Only a little time had to be spent in the justice's stuffy court. Hawkins and his fellow gamblers and bootleggers were arraigned and held in one thousand dollars' bail each for trial.
"I don't believe in destroying anything that is useful," Reade answered, shaking his head. "Besides, we are going to capture Sambo yet, and then we shall want that magneto for evidence." "What are you going to do to find Nicolas?" Corbett wanted to know. "I wish I had even an idea," Tom sighed. "Corbett, I wish you would hurry over to Blixton and rout out the police.
"I'll do the watching. A fellow on that craft is holding the glasses on us right now. Officer, do you demand the assistance of all present in any police duty that may come up?" "I do," replied the Blixton policeman, a man named Carnes, returning Prescott's wink. "All right, then," laughed Dick. "That demand makes policemen of us all.
"The authorities in Blixton would send a policeman on request." "Then send a messenger to request them to send over a policeman in citizen's clothes," proposed Dick. Tom promptly despatched Foreman Dill on that errand. "Now don't let the men on the boat see that you're paying any more attention," Prescott advised.
"Then perhaps he thought it too lively around here," laughed Reade, "and went over to Blixton to sleep at the hotel." Mr. Bascomb didn't reply to this, but puffed hard at the black cigar he was smoking and sending up clouds of smoke.
"I -I'll try." "You'll have the money -by day after tomorrow!" "Yes." "Now clear out -fast!" "Eh?" inquired Mr. Bascomb, looking wildly at the wretch. "Get out! Go back to the hotel in Blixton, and don't try to slip away from me at any point in the game. Start -now!" "Good night!" said President Bascomb in a choking voice. "Oh, cut out the civilities!" grunted Evarts turning on his heel. Mr.
From their first realization of the swindle Tom and Harry, even in the face of threats of assured death, held out for an honest course. How they struggled to save a syndicate of American investors from being swindled out of millions of dollars was splendidly told in that fourth volume. And now we find our young friends down at the gulf coast town of Blixton, Alabama.
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