"This is liquor.
So you're the bootlegger who is bringing this stuff into camp to sell to the men?
You won't come here after to-night if I can find any way of keeping you out." Reade finished his remark by re-corking the bottle and throwing it down hard on the ground.

The bottle was smashed to flinders, the liquor running over the ground.
"Here, you! You had no right to do that!" roared the fellow.

He made an effort to reach Tom, but Harry gave the fellow a shove that sent him spinning back.

"You'll pay me for that stuff, Reade, since you destroyed it." "How much ?" asked Tom, artlessly.
"A dollar and a half," insisted the stranger, coming forward as Reade thrust one hand into trousers pocket.
Tom withdrew the hand, laughing.
"Much obliged, my friend," mocked the young chief engineer.

"You've confessed all that I wanted to know.