The Young Engineers on the Gulf Or, The Dread Mystery of the Million Dollar Breakwater

The Young Engineers On The Gulfby H. Irving HancockI wish I had brought my electric flash out here with me, muttered Harry Hazelton uneasily.I told you that you'd better do it, chuckled Tom Reade.But how could I know that the night would be pitch dark? Harry demanded. I don't know this gulf weather yet, and fifteen minutes ago the stars were out in full force. Now look at them!How can I look at them? demanded Tom, halting. My flashlight won't pierce the clouds.Reade halted on his dark, dangerous footway, and Harry, just behind him, uttered a sigh of relief and halted also.I never was in such a place as this before.