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Nodding, Peters turned and strode back. When the others gained the house where the engineers and superintendent lived the foremen took leave of their chiefs. As Tom, Harry and Mr. Prenter went up the steps to the porch the front door opened to let out Mr. Bascomb. "Is that revolting row all over?" demanded the president of the Melliston Company. "What row?" asked Mr. Prenter, innocently.
Bascomb paused to light one, Mr. Prenter thrust an arm through Tom's and led that youth down the road. "Now, Mr. Reade," murmured the treasurer, earnestly, "Mr. Bascomb, of course, is our president, and I don't want you to treat him with the slightest disrespect.
"It seemed to me, sir, that nothing but an airship could plant a charge of high explosive on the wall in that fashion." "I don't believe the airship theory will explain it either," said Tom, shaking his head. "Then what theory can explain it?" asked Mr. Prenter, anxiously. "I'd pay a reward out of my own pocket for the right answer," Reade replied.
You've seen the breakwater work? As an army officer and an engineer what do you think of it?" "It's great!" said Dick, though he added laughingly: "Reade and Hazelton are such dear old friends of mine that any testimony in their favor is likely to be charged to friendship." "I'll believe what an army officer says, even in praise of his best friends," smiled Mr. Prenter.
But we mustn't waste time talking. Describe that black man to me, and " "And the company will hire detectives to start right on the trail of that negro," interjected Mr. Prenter. "If -if the expense is really warranted," ended Mr. Bascomb, cautiously. "Warranted?" retorted the treasurer of the Melliston Company. "Why, it is absolutely necessary to protect our work here!
On their return to the house Tom and Harry were greeted by Mr. Prenter, who had been waiting for them. "I heard the news of last night's doings, and to-day's, and came right down," explained the treasurer of the Melliston Company. "Reade, I'm glad to be able to say that you appear to have brought us to the end of the explosion troubles."
"Even that is bound to happen if there are many more of these explosions," muttered Corbett, grimly. "Which is another reason," remarked Tom Reade, "why we're going to solve the mystery of said explosions at the earliest minute that we can." "One thing is certain," observed Mr. Prenter, with the nearest approach to gloom that he had yet shown.
"Then you don't believe that Mr. Bascomb's evil record of past years affects his honesty now?" Dick went on after a long pause. "I don't believe it," Tom answered with unusual emphasis. "If I did it would be as much as if I said that a fellow who once makes a wrong step must never hope to get back into the right path again. Mr. Prenter, I am certain, is an honest man and an unusually keen one.
Not a trace of the damaged part shows above water." "It wasn't as big an explosion as the other two, though," Reade declared. "Really, it looks as though the folks behind this found themselves running low on explosives." "There must be a trace or a clue left," urged Mr. Prenter. "High explosives don't leave many traces of anything with which they come in contact," muttered Harry.
Prenter," volunteered Reade, "just what I've been trying to tell Mr. Bascomb." "I don't know that I need trouble you," replied Mr. Prenter, moving so that he stood more behind the irate president. "I overheard what you were telling him." Then the treasurer did a most unexpected thing. He winked broadly at the young engineer. "Yes, Prenter," Mr. Bascomb went on, "this camp is in a state of mutiny.
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