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Swift for attending to business," said Mr. Hardley, with a short laugh. "Business is what keeps the world moving. And we are a little ahead of our schedule, as a matter of fact. May I ask where you are going, Mr. Swift?" "To Bedford, to call on a Mr. Barton Keith," answered Tom quickly, looking the adventurer straight in the eyes. Mr.
"Suppose it's Hardley up above there?" suggested Ned. "I don't doubt but it is." "Well, are we going off and leave the wreck and possibly other gold that may be hidden on her?" "I wouldn't give ten dollars for the chance of searching for any more gold!" Tom exclaimed. "We'll take this steel box it may contain something of value. The rest we'll leave to Hardley."
He is worse, if anything, and the doctor says the only thing that will save him is the knowledge that the oil-well matter has turned out right and that my uncle will get his share of the wealth." "That's too bad!" sympathized Tom. "I hope we can make it turn out that way. If the two Dixwell Hardley chaps are the same it may be that I can do something for your uncle.
He saw the murky waters of river down which they were proceeding to the bay moving past the glass windows. Now and then a fish swam up, looking in, and, with a swirl of its tail, shot away again, apparently frightened well-nigh to death. "Bless my shoe laces, Tom!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, "this isn't a marker compared to some of the sights we've seen, is it?" "I can imagine not," said Mr. Hardley.
"No big fish, or anything else of moment. Even in the bay we won't see much to attract our attention. But I want to make sure everything is working smoothly before we start for the West Indies." "That's right!" agreed Mr. Hardley. "We want to make a success of this trip." He remained at the glass bull's-eyes, now and then exclaiming as some shad or other fair-sized fish came into view.
"The steersman must have become confused, or else, since we last used the submarine, there has been a shift of the mud banks in this river and one exists where there was none before. At any rate, we ran our nose deep into it, and here we are stuck!" "Can't we get loose go up to the surface?" demanded Mr. Hardley. "I'm trying to bring that about," announced Tom calmly.
"I shall be glad to hear what you have to say, Mr. Hardley," said Tom, as courteously as he could. "I will not go so far as to say that my time is unlimited, but I will listen to you now if you care to go into details." "That's good!" exclaimed the visitor. "I'm sure that when you have listened you will agree with me." "He's a little bit too sure!" mused Ned.
"I hope you do, young man, I hope you do!" exclaimed the oil contractor, with more energy than he had previously shown. "It means a lot, at my age, to lose a small fortune. If I were well and strong I'd tackle this Dixwell Hardley myself, and make him give up the papers I'm sure he has hidden away. He has them, I'm positive."
Keith he could see that the man's health was indeed fast waning. Wasting little time in preliminaries, the object of the visit was told and Tom showed the passport photograph of Dixwell Hardley. "Is that the man who cheated you on the oil-well deal?" asked the young inventor. "I won't admit he has yet cheated me, but he is trying to!" exclaimed Mr.
Hardley came to me and told me of the possibilities I agreed to help him finance the expenses. That is, I have taken shares in the company he formed to raise his half of the expense money. "Of course I thought of you at once when he spoke of having to search out a sunken wreck, and I proposed your name. He'd heard of you, he said, but didn't know you.
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