I've an idea that Sambo may have a hiding place in the town.

Nicolas, too, may have been taken that way.
I'll sit down and write out a good description of the rascal." This Reade did, handing the paper to the foreman.
"Who'll take charge here?
Corbett asked.
"I will, until you get back, but hurry." As soon as the foreman had gone Tom stepped into the motor boat, taking the wheel.
"Tune up the engine, Conlon," Reade directed the engine tender.

"I'm going to take a run around to the west side of the wall.

I'm going to try to find the tubes of high explosive that I'm satisfied were planted in the wall." "That's a fine job for a dark night, sir," grumbled Conlon.

"Suppose we run into the bombs, and they prove to be contact exploders, too ?" "That's one of the risks of the business," Tom retorted grimly.
Before the motor boat had gone far Tom called one of the men aboard to take the wheel.