"I believe you," nodded Tom thoughtfully.
After the police and their prisoners had gone Tom led his own party back
to the house.
"You'd better get to bed now, Harry," Reade advised his chum. "There can
be no telling how soon I'll need to call you up, and you ought to have
some sleep first."
"You look for trouble to break to-night?" Harry asked.
"Between now and daylight," said Tom simply.
"Whee! I'd like to stay up with you."
"You might find more fun that way, Harry, but the work to-morrow would
suffer, and work is more important than mere fun," Tom answered.
Nor was Tom to be disappointed in his expectation that the worst trouble
yet experienced would break loose that night.
CHAPTER XIII
WISHING IT ON MR. SAMBO
"Oho!" breathed young Reade, as he crouched low behind the fringe of
bushes, peering toward the beach.
It was now somewhat past midnight. For three hours Tom had been scouting
stealthily along this shore section, well to the west of the breakwater.
For, in pondering over the explosions, Tom had come to the conclusion that
the blow-outs on the retaining wall, however accomplished, were controlled
from a point to the westward of the sea wall.
Pages:
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137