Mr.Hawkins!" "Here, sir," answered the superintendent of construction.
"Get our men together and return to camp.

They'll need sleep against the toil of to-morrow.

Let every man who wants to do so sleep an hour or two later in the morning.

Men of the A., G.& N.M., accept my heartiest thanks for the splendid manner in which you turned out to help me, though as yet I'm ignorant of how it all came about." Nor was it until the next day that Tom Reade learned from Hazelton just what had caused the laborers to tumble out of their beds and rush into town to serve him.
That night Tim Griggs had been prowling about the streets of Paloma, suspicious of Reade's enemies, and watching for the safety of the young chief engineer who had saved him from the savage appetite of the Man-killer quicksand.
It had chanced that Tim had caught a glimpse of the finish of the fight on the street, and was just in time to see the young chief engineer lifted and carried into that unoccupied house, the property of the hotel man, Ashby.
Tim's first instinct had been to seek help in town--in that very neighborhood.

Tim was suspicious, and afraid that he might by mistake appeal to some of Tom's enemies.
So, while running through the streets searching for Hazelton, Tim had espied an automobile standing idle in front of a house.