"I don't know about that."

"It will have to do," insisted Hazelton. "You men get a good hold.
Also, one of you play out this other line that I'm taking with me for
Tom Reade."

"Don't risk anything foolish, Harry!" called the voice of Tom Reade, who
now felt the sand under his chin.

"I'm coming to you," Tom, shouted Harry.

"It's too dangerous. Don't!"

"I've got to come to you!"

"I tell you don't! Maybe I can get myself out."

"Yes, you can," jeered Hazelton. "Tom, if you went under, do you think
I could ever go back to our native town?"

"Payson!" shouted Tom.

"Yes, sir!"

"Don't let Mr. Hazelton come--yet. Seize him!"

"I've got him, sir!"

Harry felt himself seized by the strong arms of the foreman.