"As long as I can sleep daytimes running this motor boat is easier than working." "It probably will be," nodded Reade, "unless the enemy go in for a new line of tactics." "Such as what, sir ?" asked Corbett.
"If this boat hampers them too much they may decide to send it to the bottom with a torpedo." "Let 'em try, then," grunted the foreman, giving the steering wheel a turn.
Though Reade remained up until broad daylight no further sign of the unknown enemies was seen.

Through the night, had it not been for the patrols walking up and down the line of wall with lanterns, it would have been hard to realize that the big breakwater was haunted by any such desperately practical group of "ghosts." "I guess we've heard the last of the rascals," suggested Harry Hazelton one night at supper.

Messrs.

Bascomb and Prenter had returned to Mobile, so that the young engineers and their superintendent were the only men at table.
"My guess is about the same," drawled Mr.Renshaw.
"Yes ?" queried Reade.

"Guess again!" "Oh, I believe they've quit," argued Mr.Renshaw.