"I---I'll wait here, Mr.
Renshaw, will you keep me company?"
"If you so direct, sir," replied the superintendent. "For that matter,
what Reade and Hazelton can't find out, out yonder, will probably never be
discovered."
"Do you share Mr. Prenter's infatuation for those two young men?" asked
the president of the Melliston Company.
"I can't say about that, sir," Renshaw replied, with a puzzled air. "But
this much I know---I never worked with two more capable men of any age.
They always know what to do, and they never lose their heads."
Mr. Bascomb compressed his lips tightly.
In the meantime Tom, Harry and Treasurer Prenter covered nearly a quarter
of a mile along the retaining wall when the motor boat, putting about,
picked them up with the searchlight.
Toot! toot! sounded the boat's pneumatic whistle.
"Foreman Corbett is signaling to us to wait and he'll put in for us," said
Tom, coming to a halt. Soon the motor craft chugged in alongside, coming
close to the wall. Tom, Harry and Mr. Prenter jumped, landing safely
aboard.
"How did the enemy come to catch you napping, Corbett?" Tom inquired
good-humoredly.
"They didn't catch me napping, sir," protested Foreman Corbett.
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