"
"I'm ready, when he is," laughed Tom. "If he'd only fight in the open I
wouldn't be at all afraid of him."
Tom now led the way down to the retaining wall. Prescott gazed with great
interest at the signs of activity. On a closer inspection he was even
more interested. He was capable of understanding very fully what was being
done here, for every graduate of the United States Military Academy is
supposed to be a capable engineer.
"You've a difficult task on hand, but your basic principle is sound, and
you're doing the work finely and economically," Dick declared with
emphasis.
Harry came in from the outer end of the wall and joined them. He listened
with pride to the praises that the army officer showered on the engineers.
"I wish Mr. Bascomb, the president of the company, could hear you," said
Harry. "He isn't altogether sure that we know what we're about in anything
that we're doing."
"Then I've a very good mental picture of Bascomb," declared Dick, bluntly.
"Bascomb is something of a chump. By the way, if you want to get square
with Mr. Bascomb, why don't you coax him down here to help you look out for
the evil-doers who are combined against you?"
"He wouldn't be much use," sighed Tom.
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