Then he has to get back, out of range of the lanterns' rays, and
get his breath before he goes back to the next job. But maybe I can
interfere with his work to-night."
Though he rose and moved away, Reade, despite the darkness of the night,
was careful to keep himself concealed behind the bushes, so that he could
not be observed from beach or water. Shortly the young engineer was over
at the point in the jungle from which he had seen the negro emerge with
scow and explosives.
"The fellow must use a magneto, attached to wires running under the water,"
concluded Tom. "At that rate, the first real job is to find the magneto.
My, but Mr. Sambo Ebony may be wondering, to-night, why his blow-out
doesn't work as easily as usual!"
Simple as the search ought to have been, Tom Reade was soon on the point
of despair.
"If it isn't a magneto, or if I can't find it in time," Tom muttered
uneasily, "the mystery may remain nearly as great as ever, and the
explosion may be pulled off to-night, after all."
Twenty minutes passed before Reade, with all his senses alert, stumbled
on the concealed magneto. It had been so well hidden, under a mass of
rocks, that it would not have been astonishing had Tom missed it
altogether.
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