"Knowing it all, you elected me to be president of the company!" gasped Mr. Bas...o...b.. as though he could not believe his ears or his senses.
"Now, let us hear no more about it," urged Mr. Prenter, cordially. "If I listened just now---if I played the part of the eavesdropper, allow me to explain my conduct by saying that I, too, was present to-night when you talked with Evarts. I heard, and I knew that Reade and his friend heard.
I listened, just now, in order that I might make sure that Thomas Reade, engineer, is a man of honor at all times. And now, let no one say a word more."
Some one else was coming. All on the porch turned and waited to see who it was. Out of the shadows came a hang-dog looking sort of fellow.
"Is Mr. Bas...o...b..here?" asked the newcomer.
"I am Mr. Bas...o...b.." spoke the president.
"Here"s a note for you," said the man, handing over an envelope.
Tom stepped inside, got a lantern and lighted it, placing it upon the porch table. With the aid of this illumination Mr. Bas...o...b..read the brief note directed to him.
"It"s from Evarts," said the president, looking up with a quiet laugh.
"He commands me to come to him at once, in his cell, and to arrange some way of getting out. My man," turning to the messenger, "are you going back to Evarts?"
"Yes," nodded the messenger, shifting his weight from one foot to another.
"Go back to Evarts, then, and tell him that he"ll have to threaten some one else this time. Tell him that I am through with him."
"Huh!" growled the hang-dog messenger. "I believe Evarts said that, if old Bas...o...b..wasn"t quick, he"d make trouble for some one."
"Tell Evarts," said Mr. Prenter, "that he can"t make trouble for any one but himself, and that he had better save his breath for the next time he needs it."
"Evarts will be awful mad, if I go back to him with any talk like that,"
insinuated the messenger meaningly.
"See here, fellow," interjected. Tom Reade, stepping forward quickly, "I"m rather tired and out of condition to-night, but if you don"t leave here as fast as you can go, I"ll kick you every step of the way for the first half-mile back to Blixton! Do you think you understand me?"
"I---I reckon I do," admitted the fellow.
"Then start before you tempt my right foot! I"ll give you five seconds to get off."
There could be no mistaking that order. The messenger started off, nor did he glance backward as long as he was in sight.
"You see how easily a chap like Evarts can be disposed of," smiled Mr.
Prenter.
"He"ll send back again for another try, within an hour," prophesied Mr.
Bas...o...b.. wearily.
"If he does," laughed d.i.c.k Prescott, shortly, "his second appeal won"t come by the same messenger."
"Then you were near us, Mr. Prenter, when Evarts and the negro charged us?"
Tom inquired.
"I was," smiled the treasurer. "That convicts me of cowardice, doesn"t it, in not having come to your aid at the moment of attack? I wasn"t quite as big a coward as I would seem, though. The truth is, I was behind you. Had I jumped in in that exciting moment, you would have thought other enemies were attacking from behind. You would have been confused and would have lost the fight."
"By Jove, sir, but that was quick thinking and shrewdness on your part!"
e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed d.i.c.k Prescott.
"Then you acquit me of cowardice?"
"No," smiled the young army officer, "for I hadn"t thought of accusing you of lack of courage."
"I am glad you didn"t," sighed the treasurer. "I would rather be suspected of almost anything than of lacking manly courage. Afterwards I didn"t make my presence known to you, for, at that time, I didn"t want you to know that I had overheard a certain conversation."
"My cowardice has made a dreadful mess of things in a lot of ways, hasn"t it?" demanded Mr. Bas...o...b..bitterly.
"That"s all past now, so it doesn"t matter," spoke up Tom Reade. "We have just one move more to make in this baffling game, and then I fancy we shall have won. When Mr. Sambo Ebony, as I have nicknamed him, is safely jailed I think we shall find ourselves undisturbed in the future. We shall then be permitted to go ahead and finish the million-dollar breakwater as a work and a triumph of peace."
"Every time that one of us opens his mouth," laughed Mr. Prenter, "I am expecting to hear a big bang down by the breakwater to punctuate the speaker"s sentence. I wonder whether the scoundrels back of Sambo have any more novel ways for setting off their big firecrackers around our wall?"
"It might not be a bad idea for me to get out on the watch again," Tom suggested, rising. "If I get in more trouble than I can handle I"ll just yell "Mr. Prenter," for I shall know that he"ll be within easy hearing distance."
The treasurer laughed, as he, too, rose.
"My being so near you before, Reade, was just accident. I was prowling about on my own account, when you and your army friend pa.s.sed me in the deep woods. 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, Bas...o...b.." agreed the treasurer cordially. "Reade, I give you my word that we won"t intentionally follow on your trail."
At a nod from Tom, d.i.c.k was at his side. The two high school chums started off with brisk steps.
"Which way are you going?" whispered d.i.c.k.
"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.
Tom and d.i.c.k 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 sh.o.r.e.
"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 sh.o.r.e.
"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."