We'll look the scoundrels over so that we'll know them to-morrow.

Come along.

Clear the stairs, if you please, men!" Tom was now once more in control, as fully as though he had his force of toilers out on the desert at the Man-killer quicksand.
So, after a few minutes, all were in the street.

Here fully two hundred more of the railroad men, many of them armed with stakes and other crude weapons, held back a crowd of Paloma residents who swarmed curiously about.
"Let me through, men.

Let me through, I tell you!" insisted the voice of Harry Hazelton, as that young assistant engineer struggled with the crowd.
Then, on being recognized, Harry was allowed to reach the side of his chum.
"Mr.Reade!" called a husky-toned voice, "won't you order your men to let me through to see you?
I want to talk with you about tonight's outrage." Tom recognized the speaker as a man named Beasley, one of Paloma's most upright and courageous citizens.
"Let Mr.Beasley through," Tom called.