Come along!" Tom fairly got behind the men and pushed them outside.

They would have liked to complain, but they didn't.

Some of them were larger and heavier than the chief engineer, but they knew quite well that, at sign of any trifling mutiny to-night, Reade would thrash them all.
"If any one is trying to blow up the wall, Mr.Reade, it's all your fault, anyway," ventured Evarts, as the little party started at a brisk walk for the beach.

"When you've got a mixed crowd of men working for you, you shouldn't interfere too much with their amusements.

Yet you would have the gamblers run out of camp just when our boys were getting ready to have some pleasant evenings." "I'll run out any one else who attempts to bring disorderly doings into this camp," Tom retorted quietly.
"Then there'll be some more of your seawalls blown up," Evarts warned him gloomily.
"If such a thing happens again there'll be some men hurt, and some others breaking into prison," Tom answered with spirit.