"
"See here, I'll---"
"You'll keep quiet, Evarts, or you'll go overboard," Reade interrupted
significantly. "I happen to know that you can swim, so I won't be
bothered with you here if you insist on making a nuisance of yourself."
Mr. Renshaw, having been relieved at the engine, now came forward.
"Mr. Renshaw," directed the young chief engineer, "as soon after daylight
as it is convenient for you you'll pay Evarts off in full to date and let
him go. He threatens to sue if he is not paid to the end of the month, but
if he wants to we'll let the courts do our worrying."
"All right, sir," nodded the superintendent.
Evarts had dropped into a seat just forward of the engine. He sat there,
regarding Tom Reade with a baleful look of hate.
"You're a success, all right, at one thing, and that's making enemies,"
muttered the discharged foreman under his breath.
Besides attending to the wheel Tom now reached out with one hand and
switched on the search-light, which he manipulated with one hand. Shortly
he found the spot where the portion of the wall had been blown away by the
first explosion. A hundred and fifty yards farther out he beheld the work
of the second explosion.
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