"As an extra inducement you can tell your men that the one who finds Hazelton, whether dead or alive, shall have a reward of one hundred dollars.

Remember the watchword for 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.