They turned out promptly, to find that Nicolas had laid an appetizing breakfast on the porch.
Then Tom had to hurry over to Blixton, Dick going with him, while Hazelton went down to the breakwater to superintend the day's work there.
Only a little time had to be spent in the justice's stuffy court.

Hawkins and his fellow gamblers and bootleggers were arraigned and held in one thousand dollars' bail each for trial.

As none of them had the money the eight men were sent to the county jail pending trial.
"That's queer," mused Tom, aloud, as he and Dick walked back to camp.
"You'd think that professional gamblers would have money enough to put up small bail." "Not if they're working for other people," suggested Dick.

"These men may be merely the agents of some larger crowd." "Meaning that the larger crowd may be a sort of vice trust, operating in many fields at the same time ?" queried Reade.
"Something of the sort," replied the young army officer.

"To-day nearly everything has been capitalized on a large scale of combined capital.