"This fellow is intoxicated." "Is he ?" asked the gang-master.
"Yes, he is," Tom declared, bluntly.

"Now, where did the man get the liquor." "I do not know," replied the gang-master, shrugging his shoulders.
"Then it's your business to know---if he got his liquor in camp.

We won't allow any of that stuff in camp, and you gang-masters all know that." "I can't stop a man from going to town to get liquor," argued the gang-master.
"No; you can't," Tom admitted.

"Neither can I.

But it's your duty, gang-master, to see that no liquor is brought back into camp.