WANTED---DAYLIGHT AND DIVERS In a trice the foreman of the gang on the wall wheeled his men about, running them out seaward toward the scene of the latest explosion.

That much was plain from the twinkling of the rapidly-moving lanterns.
"Come on, Renshaw!" Tom shouted.

"You, too, Nicolas.

You can pull an oar." Reade was already racing out on to the small dock.

He all but threw himself into a rowboat that lay tied alongside.
"Cast off and get in," Tom ordered his companions, as he pushed out a pair of oars.