Together the three strolled out along the wall, halting frequently, to observe what the men were doing.

It was their plan to keep on until they came to the scene of the two explosions of the night before.
"Just what are you doing here ?" asked Mr.Bascomb, stopping and pointing to a gang of men at work on a scow moored against the wall.
"I can tell you, after a fashion, sir," Reade answered.

"Yet this was a part of Hazelton's performance.

He had charge here, and knew ever so much about it.

Poor old Harry!" Behind them, at the beginning of the wall, a long, loud whistle sounded.
In a moment fully a hundred of the workmen stood up, waved their caps and cheered as though they had gone mad.
Coming forward, with long strides, was Harry Hazelton, in the flesh!.