"Mr. Renshaw!" shouted the young chief, throwing open the bed-room door.

The barrack was lighted by electricity. Tom threw on the light, then
wheeled toward the bed, to find the superintendent sitting up, revolver
in hand.

"Oh, it's you, is it?" gasped the superintendent. "Mr. Reade, in my
stupor from being aroused I was just on the point of shooting you for a
burglar. It's awful!"

"You ought to throw that revolver to the bottom of the gulf," Tom rasped
out.

"Not much!" retorted the superintendent. "Handling as mixed a crew as we
have on this work I wouldn't think of going about unarmed. And you ought
to go armed, too, Mr. Reade."

"Bosh!" uttered Tom. He had a well-known objection to carrying a pistol.
Reade always maintained that a pistol-carrying man was a coward. A coward
is one who is afraid, and the man who is not afraid has no reason to carry
a weapon.

"Renshaw," added Tom, "there's just one circumstance in which I would
carry a pistol---and that is, if I were carrying large sums of other
people's money. If I were a pay-master, or a bank messenger, I'd carry
a pistol, but under no other circumstances, outside of military service,
would I carry a weapon. But---are you thoroughly awake, now?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then, Mr. Renshaw, get up and hide that pistol somewhere. While you're
about it, listen to me. Some scoundrel has blown out a large portion of
our retaining wall to-night. I left Hazelton on guard at the point and
came ashore to get out the motor boat, 'Morton.' Before I could return
I heard Hazelton's call for help, and---he has disappeared! There's
wicked work on hand to-night. You'll have to get up and help me. Be quick
with your dressing. We've work to do to-night, and all of it is man's
work."

Tom hastily added such other particulars as were needed. Renshaw, while
he dressed hurriedly, listened with a horror that he took no pains to
conceal.

"Evarts claims that it's revenge work, on the part of some of our men,
because Hazelton and I stopped gambling in the camp," Tom continued.

"It might be," Renshaw admitted thoughtfully. "But to me it seems that
there must be a lot more behind the whole terrible matter."

"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