Mr.Renshaw, it's half-past eight.

At nine o'clock please be at the house ready to pay off any man who isn't satisfied to live and work in a camp where neither drinking nor gambling is allowed.

Scipio, why haven't you started that fellow away from here ?" "Too bigga crowd in front of us," replied the Italian gang-master, shrugging his shoulders.
"Come on, Harry," Tom replied.

"We'll see if we can't make a way through the crowd." The two young engineers placed themselves at the head of the squad, and succeeded quickly in opening up a passage through a crowd that seemed to be at least half hostile.
Thus Tom found himself soon face to face with an American.
"Evarts!" Reade cried, angrily.

"What are you doing here ?" "I'm here by permission," snarled the discharged foreman.
"Whose permission ?" Tom insisted, briskly.
"Mr.Bascomb's," replied Evarts, with a leer so full of satisfaction that Reade didn't doubt the truth of the statement.
"Mr.Bascomb," Tom called, "did you tell Evarts that he might visit this camp ?" "Yes; I did," admitted the president of the company, stiffly.
"Then I'm sorry to say that Evarts has been misinformed," Tom went on.
"He _can't_ visit this camp.