Renshaw, but even such a series is by no means easy to lay. And then the
blasts have to be drilled for, and then tamped."
"As you say, sir," replied the superintendent, "a much clearer idea can be
formed when we have daylight and the divers."
Tom held his watch to one side of the searchlight.
"Nearly two hours yet until daylight, Mr. Renshaw," he announced. "And,
of course, it will be two or three hours after daylight before we can get
the divers at work. A fearful length of time to wait!"
"You'd better go back to the shore, sir," urged the superintendent.
"Not while this boat needs to be run," objected Reade. "For the rest of
the night I want a man here whom I can trust."
"Will you trust me with the boat?" proposed the superintendent.
"Why, of course!"
"Then let me run back to the dock and put you ashore, Mr. Reade. After
that I'll come out here and patrol along the wall until broad daylight."
That was accordingly done. The "Morton" lay alongside the dock, and
Nicolas instantly busied himself with casting off the rowboat and making
her fast to the pier instead.
Evarts sullenly remained in the boat.
"Come on, Evarts," spoke Tom quietly.
"Mr.
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