"Let me see." On one of the men he found a bottle of liquor.

On the other no liquor was discovered.
"Did Evarts pay you fellows a salary, or commission ?" Tom demanded.
"Commiss---" began one of the bootleggers, then stopped himself with a vocal jerk.

"Evarts?
I don't even know who he is." "Yes, you do," chuckled Tom Reade.

"You were on the point, too, of telling us that he paid you a commission on your sales, instead of a weekly wage.
Now, my men, I've looked you well over and shall know you again.

If I find you in camp, hereafter, you'll be dealt with in a way that you don't like.
Savvy?
Comprenay?
Understand?
Now---git!" "Now, men, get back to your camp," shouted Tom.