"Oh, Evarts! Where are you, and what are you doing ?" "Trying to get four men awake," bawled back the voice of the foreman, from the distance.

"As soon as I get one man on his feet the other three have sunk back to sleep." "Wait until I get over there then!" called Tom, striding forward.

"Come along, Conlon! Don't you lag on me." "There! Do you fellows reckon you want Mr.Reade to bump in here and shake you out ?" sounded the warning voice of Evarts.
As Tom and the motor boat's engine tender reached the little, box-like shack from which Evarts's tones proceeded, four men, seated on the floor, were seen to be lacing their shoes by the dim light of a lantern.
"A nice lot you are!" called Tom crisply.

"How many hours does it take you to get awake when you're called in the middle of the night ?" "This overtime warn't in the agreement," sleepily retorted one of the men.
"You're wrong there," Reade informed him, vehemently.

"Overtime _is_ in the agreement for every man in this camp when it's wanted of him---from the chief engineer all along the line.