If Sambo intended any further assaults on the retaining wall he would be quite likely to come this way.
So here Tom Reade was resolved to remain and watch, even if he had to put in most of the night there.
Behind some bushes he and Dick found a hiding place looking out upon the scene of the late conflict with "Mr.Ebony." Without even whispered conversation time dragged slowly.

More than an hour dragged by, and both watchers were beginning to feel decidedly bored.
At last, however, footsteps came that way.

Both watchers crouched lower and waited.
The new-comer approached the place rather uncertainly.

At last, however, he stood revealed.

Tom Reade felt like yelling in his utter astonishment.
For President Bascomb, of the Melliston Company, now stood before them.
After a glance about Mr.Bascomb walked slowly up and down, as though he were waiting for some one.
Dick, of course, did not know Mr.Bascomb.