In the morning you can put these young men at some job or other." The words sounded like a dismissal, but Blaisdell lingered a moment.
"Mr.Thurston," he smiled, "our young men ran, first thing, into Bad Pete." "Yes ?" inquired the chief.

"Did Pete show these young men his fighting front ?" Blaisdell repeated the dialogue that had taken place between Tom and Bad Pete.
The chief listened to his assistant in silence.

Tom flushed slightly under the penetrating glance Mr.Thurston cast upon him during the recital.
When the assistant had finished, the chief merely remarked: "Blaisdell, I wish you could get rid of that fellow, Bad Pete.

I don't like to have him hanging about the camp.

He's an undesirable character, and I'm afraid that some of our men will have trouble with him.
Can't you get rid of him ?" "I'll do it if you say so, Mr.Thurston," Blaisdell answered quietly.
"How ?" inquired his chief.
"I'll serve out firearms to five or six of the men, and the next time Pete shows his face we'll cover him and march him miles away from camp." "That wouldn't do any good," replied Mr.Thurston, with a shake of his head.