Here the young chief engineer again brought his pocket flash lamp into
play. Closely he scanned the top of the wall all around where he knew he
had left his chum.
But Harry was nowhere to be seen, nor, on the wet wall, could Tom find
any signs of a scuffle, or any other sign that gave him a clue.
"Evarts, this is mighty mysterious!" groaned the young chief.
"Unless---" hinted the foreman.
"Unless what?"
"Perhaps Mr. Hazelton ran along the walltop to the shore."
"He'd have hailed us, then, in passing, wouldn't he?" choked Tom Reade.
"Besides, I had the light playing on this wall most of the way. If he
had run back we would have seen him, even if he hadn't hailed. And he
couldn't have run farther out to seaward. Evarts, I'm downright worried."
Tom Reade might indeed well be worried over the grewsome mysteries of this
night of evil deeds.
CHAPTER IV
SOME ONE CALLS AGAIN
Half an hour later Tom Reade leaped ashore at the little pier.
"My orders, Mr. Reade."
"They're brief and concise," Tom rejoined. "You're to cruise the length
of the wall, especially farther out from shore. Use your searchlight
freely. Keep the wall so guarded that no rascal can slip out there, either
over the wall or by boat, and do any damage.
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