"At eight o'clock to-night," answered Tom.
Refreshed by a few hours' sleep Tom and Dick were called, to find their
supper ready. Nicolas stood behind their chairs, attentive to their needs.
Mr. Prenter remained out on the porch, but Harry sat at table with his
friends.
"Has Mr. Bascomb put in an appearance here?" Tom inquired.
"No," said Hazelton briefly.
"He certainly has wound up my curiosity," murmured Tom. "Why on earth
should he bail out Evarts?"
"Probably because Evarts asked him to," suggested Dick.
"But why should he want to please Evarts in such a matter?"
"Well, you know," hinted Harry, "we've heard that Evarts is some sort of
relative to Mr. Bascomb."
"But the rascal has been working to ruin this company," Tom protested,
"and Mr. Bascomb is the trusted president of the company."
"Yet _is_ Mr. Bascomb really fit to be trusted?" Prescott propounded.
"Mr. Prenter seems to think so, and he is a capable judge of men," Tom
rejoined. "It is the combination of all these circumstances taken together
that makes me so curious over Mr. Bascomb's being willing to bail the
fellow."
"Oh, well, it's too much of a puzzle for us," said Harry, shrugging his
shoulders.
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