When the last name had been entered the same bull-necked spokesman flared up again.
"Have we no rights ?" he demanded.

"Is there no such thing as the right of appeal in this camp, or are we under a lot of domineering, petty tyrants like you ?" "I'm a poor specimen of tyrant,"' laughed Payson good-naturedly.

"All I'm doing, Bellas, is following orders.

Any man who feels that he was justified in being away, and that he ought to be kept on the pay rolls here, may make his appeal to Mr.Hawkins, Mr.Hazelton or Mr.Reade." "I'll see Reade!" announced Bellas stiffly.

"That youngster is doing all the dirty work here.