Tom and Dick went out on the wall until they encountered the first workman
on patrol. Tom took this man's lantern and signaled the motor boat as it
stood in shore.
"All going right, Corbett?" the young engineer hailed, as soon as the
"Morton" had come up alongside.
"As far as I can see, Mr. Reade, there's not a sign of the enemy to-night.
But of course you know, sir, that we've been just as sure on other nights,
only to have a large part of the wall blown clean out of the water."
"All I can say," Tom nodded, "is to go on keeping your eyes and ears open."
"Yes, sir; you may be sure I'll do that," nodded the foreman.
Then Reade and his army chum returned to the shore.
"I guess it will be a wholly blind hunt," Tom laughed, "but I've a notion
for returning to the spot where we encountered Sambo Ebony before this
night."
After they had left the beach well behind, the chums strolled in under the
trees of a rather sparse grove.
Well in toward the center of the grove stood one tree larger than the rest.
From behind this Sambo Ebony swiftly appeared, just at the right instant
for surprise. In each hand the negro held a huge automatic revolver.
"Gemmen," chuckled the negro coolly, "Ah jess be nacherally obliged to yo'
both if yo'll stick yo' hands ez high up in de air ez yo' can h'ist 'em.
Pages:
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226