Mr. Evarts, the safety of
the wall until daylight is your whole charge."
"Very good, sir. But I'm sure that nothing more will happen to the wall."
"If anything does it will be up to you, Mr. Evarts," Tom assured him
grimly. "I'll hold you responsible."
"I won't let anything happen, Mr. Reade. And I hope you find Mr. Hazelton
all right."
"He may be up at camp," Tom answered, though in his heart he did not
believe it.
Had Harry escaped whatever danger had menaced him, Tom knew very well that
his chum, after appealing for help, would by some means have signaled his
subsequent safety.
However, Tom started toward camp at a run. He was wholly mystified. The
search in the neighborhood of the breach in the wall had been continued
until its hopelessness had been fully demonstrated. The search had also
been continued over the water, for a possible clue to the mystery.
Though Tom ran, he felt himself choking, stifling. Despite all his efforts
to cheer himself the young chief engineer felt certain that his chum had
mysteriously met his fate, and that brave, dependable Harry Hazelton was no
more.
Yet how could he have vanished so completely, and what possibly could have
happened to his assailant or assailants?
"It'll be an awful night, until daylight," Tom groaned inwardly, as he
ran.
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