But the work is going on fast, sir, and--" "Rush it! At all hazards, get nets over the rest of the tanks.

If anything happens, through this delay, remember, Herzog, I shall hold you personally responsible, and it will go hard with you!" "Yes, sir; thank you, sir," murmured the servile wretch.

"Anything else, sir ?" Flint thought a moment, glaring at Herzog with angry eyes, then shook his head in negation.
"Very well, sir," said Herzog, withdrawing.

"I'll go to work at once.

By tomorrow, everything will be safe, I guarantee." He closed the door softly--as softly as he had spoken--as softly as he always did everything.
Flint glared at the door.
"The sneaking whelp!" he murmured.