I had an idea that you were out for some definite purpose,
and so I just trailed along at your rear in order to be near any excitement
that you might turn up."
"And I suppose you're going to follow us this time, too," smiled Tom Reade.
"Prenter," suggested the president of the company, "what do you say if you
and I prowl in some other direction? I've been such a miserable coward all
through this affair that now I'd like to go with you. If we run into any
trouble I'll try to show you that I'm not all coward."
"Come along, Bascomb," agreed the treasurer cordially. "Reade, I give you
my word that we won't intentionally follow on your trail."
At a nod from Tom, Dick was at his side. The two high school chums started
off with brisk steps.
"Which way are you going?" whispered Dick.
"Let's go down to the breakwater," suggested Tom. "I really ought to visit
it once in the night, despite the fact that Corbett is a wholly reliable
foreman, and that he has his own pick of workmen on patrol duty there."
As the chums stepped out from under the trees in full view of the
breakwater site they beheld the lanterns of the patrol, like so many
fireflies, twinkling and bobbing here and there along the narrow-topped
retaining wall.
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