"I'm chief engineer in this camp, and I've asked you what you are doing here!" "Is it against any law for an outsider to come into camp ?" argued the stranger.
"Answer me," Tom insisted, stepping closer.

"What are you doing in this camp ?" "I won't tell you," came the surly retort.
"You don't have to," Reade snapped, as he suddenly ran one hand over the sallow man's clothing.

Out of the fellow's hip pocket Tom briskly brought a quart-bottle to light.

It was about half-filled with some liquid.
"Here, give that back to me!" growled the fellow.

"It's mine." "I'm glad you admit it," rejoined Reade, drawing the cork and taking a sniff as Hazelton slipped in front of him to protect him.