I am one of them.
Sometimes Mr.Bascomb gets a bit hard-headed, and he is inclined to give orders that others of us wouldn't approve.

I judge that you and he were having some dispute when I happened along." "I didn't regard it as a dispute, sir," Reade rejoined.

"In the first place, I had discharged, for incompetency and faithlessness, a foreman named Evarts.
"And Evarts is a pet of Mr.Bascomb's," smiled Mr.Prenter.

"I imagine that Evarts is even some sort of family connection who has to be looked after and kept in a good job." "Anyway," Tom continued, "I explained that Evarts was worse than useless here and that I couldn't have him in the camp or on the job." "Quite right, I fancy," nodded Mr.Prenter.

"In the second place, Mr.
Bascomb ordered me to stop my crusade against the gamblers who had tried to invade the camp and rob the men of their earnings.