Yet where do you find a railroad jack who, after years and years of toil on these burning deserts, has two or three hundred dollars of his own saved ?" Hawkins shrugged his shoulders.
"I know all about it," he responded, "and I grow angry every time I think about it.

Yet how is one going to protect these, men against themselves ?" "I believe there's a way," spoke Tom confidently.
"I hope you can find it, then, Mr.Reade," retorted Hawkins skeptically.
"At any rate, I'm going to try." "What are you going to do, Mr.Reade ?" demanded the superintendent curiously.
"You'll be with me, won't you ?" coaxed Tom.
"You'll stand with us, shoulder to shoulder." "I certainly will, Mr.Reade!" "And the foremen?
You can depend upon them ?" "On every one of them," declared Hawkins promptly.

"Even to the Mexican foreman, Mendoza.

He's a greaser, but he's a brick, and a white man all the way through!" "Call the foremen in, then--all except Payson, who is with his gang." Tom and Harry stepped inside the office.

Mr.Hawkins strolled away, but within ten minutes he was back again, followed by Foremen Bell, Rivers and Mendoza.
"Two wagons have driven up, east of here," announced Mr.Hawkins, as he entered the office building.