"Before we go, though, we'll get the magneto and take it with
us."
Then the procession turned toward the land end of the retaining wall.
"If Nicolas doesn't show up soon," Tom murmured to the foreman, "I shall
notify the Blixton police and offer a reward for news of him. That little
fellow is too faithful to be left to his fate."
"What would the negro want of Nicolas?" queried the foreman.
"Revenge," Tom replied. "It makes a big bully like him furious to be
handled the way Nicolas treated him. But I can't understand how Nicolas
failed to repeat his clever trick with the black."
Arrived at the water front the magneto was dumped into the motor boat.
"Seems to me I would smash that thing all to pieces," Suggested Foreman
Corbett. "It has done harm enough around this wall."
"I don't believe in destroying anything that is useful," Reade answered,
shaking his head. "Besides, we are going to capture Sambo yet, and then
we shall want that magneto for evidence."
"What are you going to do to find Nicolas?" Corbett wanted to know.
"I wish I had even an idea," Tom sighed. "Corbett, I wish you would hurry
over to Blixton and rout out the police. I've an idea that Sambo may have
a hiding place in the town.
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