To one foreman fell the
task of searching carefully through camp before going to other work
assigned to him.
"Now, get to work, all of you," Tom ordered. "As an extra inducement you
can tell your men that the one who finds Hazelton, whether dead or alive,
shall have a reward of one hundred dollars. Remember the watchword for
to-night, which is, 'hustle!'"
In all, some sixty men were pulled from their cots. Tom, having given the
orders, walked down to the beach with his superintendent.
"You've covered everything that's possible, I think, Mr. Reade," commented
the foreman.
"I think I have. But there won't be any rest for any one until we have
found Hazelton."
"Are you going to have the water dragged?"
"Not before daylight---perhaps not then," Reade replied. "I can't bring
myself to believe that Harry was thrown into the water and that he drowned
there."
"It'll take the chief a day or two to realize that," sighed the
superintendent to himself. "Yet that is exactly what has happened. The
chief won't believe it, though, until the body is found."
Down on the beach there was really nothing for Tom and his head man to do
after the arrival of the foremen and their gangs.
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