"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.
There was no answer.
"Jupiter! You'll have to land me, I reckon," quaked Tom Reade.

"Drive her nose in---gently.

I'll be ready to jump." "Be careful how you _do_ jump," warned Evarts.