I want you all to realize that this sort of thing must stop in this camp.

We don't want fights and killings, nor do we want men who wake up so seedy in the morning that they can't do a proper day's work.

As I look about me I see at least eight men who have been drinking this evening.

That shows me that some one has been bringing liquor into the camp." Other workmen were now approaching, curious to know what was in the air.
Tom, glancing about him, suddenly, fastened his gaze on one man in particular.

This was a lanky, sallow-looking chap of some thirty years.
"See here, just what is your errand in this camp ?" Reade demanded, confronting the man.
"Is it any of your particular business ?" demanded the fellow, with some insolence in his tone.
"Yes; it is," Reade assured him, promptly.