By this time Harry was at the edge of the platform. In a twinkling he was out on the sand.
Grip! Mr. Payson had a strong hold on the collar of the assistant engineer.
“Let go of me!” commanded Harry.
“You can't go out there, Mr. Hazelton. No more lives are to be wasted.”
“Let go of me, I tell you!”
“No, sir!” insisted Foreman Payson firmly.
“Let go of me, or I'll fight you!”
“You'll have to fight, then,” retorted Payson doggedly, maintaining his grip on the lad's coat collar. “Comeback here!”
Aided by another man, the foreman dragged Hazelton back to the platform.
“Payson, I'll discharge you, if you interfere with me!” stormed Hazelton.