So you'll need your sleep." "I can swing the day work easily enough," laughed Hazelton.

"It will be all the more easy as the next few days will be taken up simply with repairing the breaks that have been made." "Swing the boat in toward land, Mr.Corbett," Tom directed the foreman.
At the little landing Hazelton and Mr.Prenter joined the waiting president and superintendent.
"Did you really find out anything ?" called Mr.Bascomb eagerly.
"It's as big a mystery as ever." "There's just one thing we'll have to do," sighed Mr.Bascomb, "and that will be to stop running the camp on a basis of old Puritan laws." "You talk Reade into it, if you can," chuckled Treasurer Prenter.

"You won't find him easy to convince, either." Tom didn't wait to discuss the matter.

Instead, he signaled to Foreman Corbett to run the craft out again.
"If you want to, Corbett," suggested Tom, with a laugh, as the boat moved over the salt waters again, "you might go ashore and go to bed.

You can easily claim that you engaged with us as a foreman, and that being captain of a motor boat amounts to breach of contract." "I'm not fussing," smiled the foreman.