"Any evildoers that try to set themselves up in business around here will soon wish they had kept away---that's all." "It's a bad business," insisted Evarts, wagging his head.

"When you have a mixed crowd of workmen---" "I think you've said that before," Tom broke in coolly.

"To-night we're in too much of a hurry to listen to the same thing twice.

Come on, men.
You can go a little faster than a walk.

Jog a bit---I'll show you how." "This is pretty hard on men in the middle of the night," hinted Evarts, after the jogging had gone on for a full minute.