The Young Engineers on the Gulf eBook

H. Irving Hancock
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 193 pages of information about The Young Engineers on the Gulf.

The Young Engineers on the Gulf eBook

H. Irving Hancock
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 193 pages of information about The Young Engineers on the Gulf.

“That’s the way it strikes me, too,” Tom nodded.  “However, you’re dressed, so now we can hurry out and get busy.”

“What shall we do first?” Superintendent Renshaw inquired.

“That’s what I’ve been thinking over while you were dressing,” Tom replied.  “Of course the one thing of real importance is to find Hazelton.”

“Killed, beyond a doubt,” replied the older man.

“I refuse to believe it,” Tom retorted.  “There’s a mystery in his fate, but I simply won’t believe that Harry has been killed.”

“Then why didn’t you hear from him further?”

“That’s the mystery.”

Tom had shaped their course for the barracks occupied by the foremen.  He bounded upon the little porch and began to hammer on the door with both fists.

“Turn out, everybody!” Tom bellowed.  “Every foreman is on duty to-night.  Show a light, and let us in as soon as you can.”

Some one was heard stirring.  Then Dill, one of the foremen, admitted the callers.

“Are all the others up?” Reade asked, sharply.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good!  Tell your associates to finish dressing as quickly as possible and to meet me in the office.”

“The office” was a little room just inside the entrance to the building.  It was a room where the foremen sat and chatted in the evenings.

“Put a double-hustle on, everyone,” Tom called after Dill.

“Yes, sir.”

Barely three minutes had passed when all of the six remaining foremen had assembled.  Tom plunged instantly into a brief account of what had happened.

“It seems to me, sir—–­” Dill began.

“Keep it to yourself, then, if you please,” Tom interrupted him gently.  “We haven’t any time for opinions to-night.  What we want is swift, intelligent work, and a lot of it.”

Tom thereupon gave each man his directions.

“Now, each of you go to your own gangs in the camp,” he added.  “Wake what men you need and put ’em to work.  If any of the men object to being taken from their cots in the night, just lift them out.  Don’t stand any nonsense.  Let each foreman make it his business to know just what the men under him are doing.”

One foreman was to take men with lanterns and go out carefully over every foot of the seawall.  Another was to organize a beach patrol.  Still another, with but two men, was to go into the town of Blixton and see if any tidings of Hazelton could be obtained there.  To one foreman fell the task of searching carefully through camp before going to other work assigned to him.

“Now, get to work, all of you,” Tom ordered.  “As an extra inducement you can tell your men that the one who finds Hazelton, whether dead or alive, shall have a reward of one hundred dollars.  Remember the watchword for to-night, which is, ‘hustle!’”

In all, some sixty men were pulled from their cots.  Tom, having given the orders, walked down to the beach with his superintendent.

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