He's too much of a trouble-maker here." "Shut up your talk!" jeered Evarts roughly.

"Don't try to give orders to the president of the company that hires and pays you." "Mr.Bascomb is the head of the company that employs me," Tom assented.
"But I am in charge here, and am responsible, with Mr.Hazelton, for the good order of the camp and the success of the work.

Therefore, Evarts, you'll leave camp now, and you won't come back again under pain of being punished for trespass." "Oh, now see here, Reade---" began Mr.Bascomb angrily, as he started forward.

But Treasurer Prenter caught Bascomb by the arm, whispering in his ear.
"Waiting for you, Mr.Bascomb," called Evarts.
"I guess you'd better go," called the president, rather shamefacedly, after his talk with Mr.Prenter.

"I guess maybe Reade is right.