Tom Reade preferred his charges against the gamblers and bootleggers.

The officers had no choice but to take them, so the late troublemakers, now amid jeers and hoots from many of the workmen, were led outside and into the 'bus.
"You'll hear from this!" hissed Hawkins, in the young chief engineer's ear.
"I believe you," nodded Tom thoughtfully.
After the police and their prisoners had gone Tom led his own party back to the house.
"You'd better get to bed now, Harry," Reade advised his chum.

"There can be no telling how soon I'll need to call you up, and you ought to have some sleep first." "You look for trouble to break to-night ?" Harry asked.
"Between now and daylight," said Tom simply.
"Whee! I'd like to stay up with you." "You might find more fun that way, Harry, but the work to-morrow would suffer, and work is more important than mere fun," Tom answered.
Nor was Tom to be disappointed in his expectation that the worst trouble yet experienced would break loose that night..