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.

"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