Now, go and get your six men.

Bring them up to the house within half an hour." Nodding, Peters turned and strode back.
When the others gained the house where the engineers and superintendent lived the foremen took leave of their chiefs.
As Tom, Harry and Mr.Prenter went up the steps to the porch the front door opened to let out Mr.Bascomb.
"Is that revolting row all over ?" demanded the president of the Melliston Company.
"What row ?" asked Mr.Prenter, innocently.
"That riot back in camp," shivered Mr.Bascomb.

"I simply abhor all fighting." "So I noticed," commented Mr.Prenter, dryly.

"Yes; I believe the trouble is over, unless our young chief engineer intends to stir up something new before bedtime.

Do you, Reade ?" "I haven't anything in mind," Tom answered with a smile.