"To-morrow I'll try to find time for a good and sociable talk with all of you.

Try to enjoy your few leisure hours all you can, but remember that the men who can't get along without liquor and gambling are the kind of men we don't want here.
Any man who is dissatisfied can get his pay from Mr.Renshaw tonight or to-morrow morning.

For those who stood by us I have every feeling of respect and gratitude.

Those who thought to fight us---or some of them---will have better sense by tomorrow.

We don't want to impose on any man here, but there are some things that we shall have to stop doing.
Good night, men!" Engineers, superintendent and foremen now left the men, going towards their barracks.
"I've a little job for you, Peters, if you don't mind going back into the camp," suggested Tom.
"It's not to go back and fight, single-handed, is it ?" Mr.Peters asked, with a smile.
"Nothing like it," Tom laughed.