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Less than five minutes later Tom Reade, one hand controlling the searchlight and peering steadily into the water, sang out: "Stop! Back her -slowly. There, come back five feet. So! Hold her steady!" As the engine stopped Conlon stepped forward, kneeling by Reade's side. "There are the bombs, man!" cried Tom exultantly. "See them -the two upper ones?"
The bursting of a reservoir, and the ensuing scenes of death and destruction, which are so vividly described in "Put Yourself in His Place," were not the creatures of Mr. Reade's imagination, but actual occurrences.
When, therefore, the medical expert had departed on his fell errand, the quest of leeches and hot fomentations, he sat up and gave tongue. 'Who's that in that bed? he asked. 'Hullo, Grey, replied a voice. 'Didn't know you were awake. I've come to keep you company. 'That you, Barrett? What's up with you? 'Collar-bone. Dislocated it or something. Reade's over in that corner.
"Why, that is a matter to which I haven't given much attention, so far," answered Tom, with disarming candor. "But, if we can have a map of this part of the country, I'll quickly mark off the limits on which I think you should insist." Don Luis caught at this readily. "My good Carlos," Don Luis directed, turning to his secretary, "place in Senor Reade's hands a map of this part of the country."
They all looked their parts better than the real wall which ran across the stage, piteously naked of real shadows, owing to the absence of the real sun, and, of course, deficient in the painted shadows which make a painted wall look so like the real thing. Never, never can I forget Charles Reade's arrival at the theater in a four-wheeler with a goat and a lot of little pigs.
The sixth shot Pete was saving for clipping Reade's hat from his head. The shots continued to ring out. Tom, though he appeared to be absorbed in his instrument, counted. When he had counted the sixth shot Reade dropped suddenly, picked up a stone that lay at his feet, and whirled about. Tom Reade hadn't devoted years to ball-playing without knowing how to throw straight.
"Let one of the men jump ashore with the boathook and hold the boat steady," was Reade's next direction. This being done, Reade deflected the searchlight for one more look into the water. Then, the pliers in his right hand, he mounted to the rail of the boat. "Be careful, sir -do," begged Conlon. "What I'm afraid of is that the bombs are contact exploders." "It's likely," nodded Reade.
Tom turned and went back to the office, while Payson and the other foremen saw to it that the discharged men left the railroad's property. In less than half an hour the disgruntled ones were back in the worst haunts of Paloma, spreading the news of Tom Reade's latest outrage. When Tom reached the office he found Mr. Ellsworth inside. "I saw what you did, Reade, though you didn't know I was about.
In the gable above a rose window was inserted, following the example of that earlier one in the east end of the presbytery. The chapter-house above the treasury, or sacristy, was also added when the new windows were inserted in the lower walls. About the same time the doorway to the nave within the western porch was constructed. Bishop Reade's Register.
"What's the matter with waiting until all the other fellows show up?" Prescott inquired. "That will save me from having to go twice over the same ground. While we're waiting I'll tell you Tom Reade's latest one." "A funny trick?" queried Greg. "Needless question!" rebuked Dave Darrin. "Tell us about the latest one, Dick."
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