Each light showed
where a workman patrolled under the orders of Foreman Corbett. The latter
was aboard the motor boat, "Morton," which ran up and down near the wall,
throwing the searchlight over the scene.
"Reade," remarked Mr. Prenter, "I don't see that the enemy have any chance
to-night to run in and work harm to our property."
Hardly had the treasurer spoken when Tom, looking out seaward, saw a
sudden, bright flash of light upward. There was a brief pause---then the
sullen boom of an explosion reached their ears.
"Mystery of all mysteries!" choked Tom Reade. "There goes another section
of the wall---blown up under our very eyes!"
CHAPTER XI
A MESSAGE FROM A COWARD
"Now Reade," began President Bascomb, in a shaking voice, "what can you
say---"
Tom didn't wait to inform him. The young chief engineer was darting out on
the wall as fast as he could go.
Already the "Morton" had turned, and was chugging back to the scene of this
latest outrage, the searchlight flashing back and forth, in the vain effort
to detect any small craft stealing away from the vicinity.
"I---I can't race on a narrow runway like that," faltered Mr. Bascomb,
halting at the beginning of the narrow wall.
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