ulled from their cots. Tom, having given the
orders, walked down to the beach with his superintendent.

"You've covered everything that's possible, I think, Mr. Reade," commented
the foreman.

"I think I have. But there won't be any rest for any one until we have
found Hazelton."

"Are you going to have the water dragged?"

"Not before daylight---perhaps not then," Reade replied. "I can't bring
myself to believe that Harry was thrown into the water and that he drowned
there."

"It'll take the chief a day or two to realize that," sighed the
superintendent to himself. "Yet that is exactly what has happened. The
chief won't believe it, though, until the body is found."

Down on the beach there was really nothing for Tom and his head man to do
after the arrival of the foremen and their gangs. Everything went ahead in
an orderly manner.

"I don't suppose you could get any rest, under the circumstances, Mr.
Reade," hinted the superintendent, "yet that is just what you are going
to need."

"Rest?" echoed Tom, gazing at the man, in a strange, wide-eyed way, while
a grim smile flickered around the corners of his mouth. "What have rest
and I to do with each other just now?"

"Yet there's nothing you can do here."

"I am here, anyway," Reade retorted. "I'm on the spot---that's something."

"Let me run back to the house and get you some blankets," urged the
superintendent. "Then you can lie down on the sand and rest. Of course
I know you can't sleep at present."

"It is not necessary go back," volunteered a voice behind them. "I have
the blankets."

"Nicolas!" gasped Tom, in surprise. "How did you know I was here?"

"I wake up when you talk to Meester Renshaw," replied the Mexican simply.
"I listen. I know, now---poor Senor Hazelton!"

Nicolas's voice broke, and, as he stepped closer, Tom beheld some large
tears trickling down the little Mexican's face.

"Nicolas, you're a good fellow!" cried Tom, impulsively, "but I don't want
the blankets. Spread them on the sand, then lie down on them yourself
until I need you."

"What---me? I lie down?" demanded Nicolas. "No, no! That impossible is.
I must walk, walk! Me? I am like the caged panther to-night. I want
nothing but find the enemy who have hurt Senor Hazelton. Then I jump on
the back of that enemy!"

Saying which Nicolas saluted, and, as became his position of servant, fell
back some yards. But first he had dropped the blankets to the bea