Tom stepped over there boldly, not turning to see whether his following were close behind him.
Stepping up to the closed door the young chief engineer placed his shoulder against it.

He gave a sturdy push, and the barrier flew open.
There were about fifty of his men crowded into one large room.

A half dozen gambling games were in full blast.

At two tables stood bootleggers, each with a bottle of liquor and glasses.
Tom stalked boldly in, still without turning to look at his own following.
Reade's face bore such a mild look that the leader of the visiting gamblers was wholly deceived as he glanced up.
"The chief!" called one workman, in dismay, and a dozen men made a break for the door.

But Harry and the others prevented their getting out.
"Oh, it's all right," cheerily announced the leader of the gamblers.