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Reade!" urged Conlon with a shiver. "That'll be worse still. You're likely to blow yourself into the next world!" "I think not -hope not, anyway," answered Tom steadily. "Have you a pair of pliers in your tool box that'll cut small wires?" "Yes," replied Conlon. "Get them for me." Reade removed his coat, shoes and socks, then took the pliers.
Over the waters came the penetrating beam of a small search-light. The "Morton" was coming nearer all the time, but the ray did not yet reach with any great clearness the point where Harry Hazelton had been fighting for his life against his strange foe in the black night. "Keep parallel with the wall, Evarts," Tom ordered, crisply. "Conlon, are you pushing the engines for all it's worth?"
Conlon was an Irishman, and naturally, therefore, no coward. Yet with the possibility that Tom would run afoul of a contact-exploding bomb and send them all skyward, the engine tender waited at the rail with drawn breath. Finally, there was a ripple on the water. Then Tom's head appeared; next his shoulders. "Conlon!" "Here, sir." "Here is one of the bombs. Handle it carefully." "Trust me, sir."
"You've got the bulge on us this time," one of them remarked presently. "Why didn't you tell the yarn before?" "Because it was told to me in confidence I knew Conlon years ago in the South. But now this other thing's happened it makes all the difference, doesn't it?" "But how about the money, Davy?" Gale asked. "That had gone, you know; I saw the place where it had been dug up." "Did you?
Then he opened his eyes. "What " he began. "Silence!" commanded Mr. Renshaw. "Tell me who's at the wheel?" Conlon begged. "Mr. Reade," replied the superintendent, dryly. "Now, keep still!" "Whew -ew -ew!" whistled Conlon, in dire dismay. Then he sank back, watching the engine with moody eyes. The other three men aft still slept.
Durham got a crack on the head and staggered outside, and before the others could get the old man out of the place the troopers arrived, and they had to bolt to save their own skins. That is pretty much what Conlon told me was in the sub-inspector's report. It was after hearing it I suspected the old chap." The group was silent as Davy ceased.
Renshaw and get your pay. As for you, Conlon, you're not discharged this time. Evarts admitted himself that it was he who gave positive orders to tie the boat up at anchor. You were under his orders, so I can't hold you responsible. Are you wide awake, now?" "Yes, sir," answered Conlon meekly. "Then go back and attend to your engine. Look sharp for hail or bell."
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