"We'd be scorched for endangering the town if we took those things into Blixton.
Your foreman, Mr.Reade, called us out here to see if we could get trail of your missing Mexican servant." "That's a vastly more important thing to do," Tom replied with enthusiasm.
"I want to find Nicolas before I do another thing." "Come here, Bill," called one of the officers.
Out of the shadows near the shore came a youth leading a dog on a leash.
"This dog is a bloodhound," announced one of the policemen with visible pride.

"Take him to where the scent of the Mexican starts, and the dog will follow as long as there's any scent left.

But, first, we'll have to have something that the Mexican has worn, so that the hound will know the true scent." "That will take but a few minutes," declared Reade energetically.

"Come up to the house, and I'll find something that Nicolas has worn." Corbett remained behind to take care of the bombs.

Tom led the officers and the youth with the hound on a brisk walk up to the house.
"Wait out here," murmured Tom, "and I'll bring something out.