"No," said Hazelton briefly.
"He certainly has wound up my curiosity," murmured Tom. "Why on earth should he bail out Evarts?"
"Probably because Evarts asked him to," suggested Dick.
"But why should he want to please Evarts in such a matter?"
"Well, you know," hinted Harry, "we've heard that Evarts is some sort of relative to Mr. Bascomb."
"But the rascal has been working to ruin this company," Tom protested, "and Mr. Bascomb is the trusted president of the company."
"Yet is Mr. Bascomb really fit to be trusted?" Prescott propounded.
"Mr. Prenter seems to think so, and he is a capable judge of men," Tom rejoined. "It is the combination of all these circumstances taken together that makes me so curious over Mr. Bascomb's being willing to bail the fellow."
"Oh, well, it's too much of a puzzle for us," said Harry, shrugging his shoulders. "All we've got to do is to keep our eyes open and faithfully guard the property that is entrusted to our care. However, I'm growing sour and sore. Here I've got to go to bed presently, and you and Dick are going to be prowling about all night. You'll have all the excitement, while I'll be in bed."
"You seem to forget," Tom reminded him, "that the last big excitement took place in the daytime, during your shift. Dick and I may have a lazy night, and you may have the air full of wreckage to-morrow in broad daylight."