"There! Now I've picked up the part of the wall where there isn't any wall
in sight just now," said Tom, wincing over his own bull. "Hazelton ought
to be just this side of there."

"There's no one near the breach," replied Evarts.

"So I see," Reade admitted, in a tone of worriment. "Oh, well, Harry isn't
such an infant as to be wiped out all in one moment."

"Where is Mr. Hazelton then?" inquired Evarts, as Tom swung the arc of the
searchlight in broad curves.

"Great Scott! I wish I knew!" gasped Reade, his perplexity and his anxiety
growing with every second. "There appears to be no one on top of the
wall."

Evarts ran in within a few feet of the wall, on the shore-side of the
breach.

"Shall I land you there, sir?" questioned the foreman.

"Presently," Tom nodded. "But now, back out a few feet and swing the
boat's nose around so that I can make a search with this light." Evarts
obeyed the order. Despite the smallness of the light, Reade was able to
send the searching beam of light back nearly one-half of the way to shore.
Nowhere was there any human being visible on the wall.

"Harry! Hazelton!" bawled Tom, with all the power in his lungs.