Mr. Renshaw, having been relieved at the engine, now came forward.
"Mr. Renshaw," directed the young chief engineer, "as soon after daylight as it is convenient for you you"ll pay Evarts off in full to date and let him go. He threatens to sue if he is not paid to the end of the month, but if he wants to we"ll let the courts do our worrying."
"All right, sir," nodded the superintendent.
Evarts had dropped into a seat just forward of the engine. He sat there, regarding Tom Reade with a baleful look of hate.
"You"re a success, all right, at one thing, and that"s making enemies,"
muttered the discharged foreman under his breath.
Besides attending to the wheel Tom now reached out with one hand and switched on the search-light, which he manipulated with one hand. Shortly he found the spot where the portion of the wall had been blown away by the first explosion. A hundred and fifty yards farther out he beheld the work of the second explosion. Some seventy-five yards in length was the new open s.p.a.ce, where at least as much of the retaining wall as was visible above the water had been blown out.
"Slow down, Cordon," ordered Tom. "All we want is headway."
"All right, sir."
Tom drifted in within a few feet of the former site of the retaining wall.
The "Morton" moved slowly by, Tom, by the aid of the searchlight, noting the extent of the disaster.
"Get back aft, Evarts," ordered the young engineer, turning and beholding the late foreman. "We don"t want you here."
For a moment or two it looked as though Evarts would refuse. Then, with a growl, he rose and picked his way aft. By this time the other men who had been in his gang were awake. They regarded their former foreman with no great display of sympathy.
"I"ll confess I"m mystified," muttered Tom, watching the scene of the latest explosion for some minutes after the engine had been stopped.
"When daylight comes and we can use the divers we ought to know a bit more about how such a big blast is worked in the dead of night when the scoundrels ought to make noise enough to be heard. It must have been a series of connected blasts, all touched off at the same moment, Mr.
Renshaw, but even such a series is by no means easy to lay. And then the blasts have to be drilled for, and then tamped."
"As you say, sir," replied the superintendent, "a much clearer idea can be formed when we have daylight and the divers."
Tom held his watch to one side of the searchlight.
"Nearly two hours yet until daylight, Mr. Renshaw," he announced. "And, of course, it will be two or three hours after daylight before we can get the divers at work. A fearful length of time to wait!"
"You"d better go back to the sh.o.r.e, sir," urged the superintendent.
"Not while this boat needs to be run," objected Reade. "For the rest of the night I want a man here whom I can trust."
"Will you trust me with the boat?" proposed the superintendent.
"Why, of course!"
"Then let me run back to the dock and put you ash.o.r.e, Mr. Reade. After that I"ll come out here and patrol along the wall until broad daylight."
That was accordingly done. The "Morton" lay alongside the dock, and Nicolas instantly busied himself with casting off the rowboat and making her fast to the pier instead.
Evarts sullenly remained in the boat.
"Come on, Evarts," spoke Tom quietly.
"Mr. Reade," expostulated the late foreman, "I"m not going to be thrown out of my job like this."
"Which especial way of being thrown out do you prefer then?" Tom queried, dryly.
"I"m not going to be put out of my job until I"ve had at least one good talk with you," insisted the foreman.
"I"m afraid the time has pa.s.sed for talking with you," Reade responded, turning toward the sh.o.r.e. "You lost a great chance, to-night, to serve the company with distinction, and your negligence cost the company a lot of money through the second explosion. Are you coming out of that boat---or shall I come back after you?"
Evarts rose, with a surly air. He stepped slowly ash.o.r.e, after which one of the crew cast off. The engine began to move, and the "Morton" started back to her post.
"Oh, you feel fine and important, just at this minute!" grumbled the discharged foreman, under his breath, glaring wickedly at the broad back of the young chief engineer. "But I"ll do something to take the importance out of you before very long, Tom Reade!"
Truth to tell, Tom, though he was still alert to the interests of his employers, felt anything but important. The thought of Harry Hazelton"s unknown fate caused a great, choking lump in his throat as Reade stepped from the pier to land.
CHAPTER VI
MR. BAs...o...b..IS PEEVISH
At the first blush of dawn Tom despatched the tireless Nicolas to Blixton to notify the police of the explosions and of the disappearance of Harry Hazelton.
Two men in blue, wearing stars on their coats, came over within an hour, walked about and looked wise until noon. They discovered nothing whatever, and their theories did not strike Reade as being worthy of attention.
As soon as possible the divers were sent down at the two wrecked parts of the retaining wall. These men reported that the breaches extended ten feet beneath the surface at some points; only eight feet at other points.
The foundations of the walls were reported as being secure. Then Tom, under the directions of two divers, put on a diver"s suit and went down himself, for the first time in his life. After some two hours, with frequent ascents to the surface, the young chief engineer had satisfied himself that the foundations were secure. Then he did some rapid figuring.
"The loss will not exceed eight thousand dollars---the cost of rebuilding the missing parts of the walls," Reade informed Superintendent Renshaw.
"Only eight thousand dollars!" whistled the superintendent.
"Well, that figure isn"t anywhere nearly as high as I feared it might be,"
Tom pursued.
"But it will strike the directors of the Melliston Company as being pretty big for an extra bill," muttered Renshaw. "Especially, since---"
The superintendent paused.
"You were going to say," smiled Tom, wanly, "since the loss wouldn"t have happened if I hadn"t kicked the gamblers out of camp."
"That"s about the size of it, Mr. Reade," nodded Renshaw. "Directors of big companies are less interested in moral reforms than in dividends.
They"re likely to make a big kick over what your crusade has cost them already, even if it costs them no more."
"We"ll see to it that it doesn"t cost them any more," Tom retorted.
"Every night we"ll watch that sea wall the way a mother does a sick baby.
There"ll be no more explosions. As to the directors kicking over the present expense, they"ll have a prompt chance to do it. As soon as the telegraph office in Blixton was open this morning I wired the president of the company. Now, I"m going ash.o.r.e. I can"t do anything out here to help you, can I?"
"Nothing," replied Renshaw. "If I didn"t know how foolish the advice would sound, Mr. Reade, I"d urge you to take a nap."