"Let him—-he's no friend of mine," grunted the discharged foreman.
"Maybe yo'd like de job ob tendin' to Boss Reade yo'so'f?" hinted Sambo darkly.
"Oh, I'm going to settle with Reade in some fashion," boasted Evarts with a leer. "I don't know that I want to kill him. I'd rather cripple him and let him live a life of misery."
"Thank you!" thought Tom from his hiding place.
"There's another chap we'll have to deal with, too, I'm thinking," Evarts went on. "Reade and Hazelton have a friend of theirs here, and he's likely to make some trouble for us. He's an army officer."
"I done heah'd ob him," nodded Sambo. "We can settle wid him, too."
"We ought to, for he helped arrest me, and he's to be a witness on the torpedo matter."
"W'ate's his name—-de ahmy man's?" inquired Sambo.
"Prescott. He's—-"
The speaker stopped suddenly, looking about him.