Attached to the magneto was the wire that must connect, in some way, with
the series of tubes that would soon be fastened in the retaining wall out
yonder. Yet this wire ran into the ground, and then vanished.
"Now, I've simply got to hustle!" sighed Tom Reade nervously. "If I don't
succeed in raising the wire, and in a mighty short space of time, I may be
to-night's fool yet. I'd really like to wish that on the black man, too!"
By using his eyes and his reasoning powers Reade, after twenty minutes more
of search, with some sly digging, unearthed a section of the wire some
dozen feet from the magneto.
"Now, it must be really the swiftest sort of work," murmured the young
engineer, after a glance seaward. He seated himself with his face turned
toward the Gulf, gathered the exposed section of wire up into his lap, then
drew a pair of wire nippers from his pocket.
Snip! Tom now had two ends of wire in his hands. That would have been
enough, had Reade chosen to bury the ends and conceal all evidence of his
work. However, he believed that a more workmanlike way could be found.
From the same pocket Tom drew out a three inch piece of pure rubber cable,
wrapped in water-proof tape.
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