When the boys were through with their day's job, they had a quiet talk and smoke and went to bed; they came here to work.

Now the Sachem bar's full of slouchers every night, and quite a few of them don't do anything worth speaking of in the daytime, except make trouble for decent folks.

If the boys try to put the screw on a farmer at harvest or when he has extra wheat to haul, you'll find they hatched the mischief at Beamish's saloon.

But I've no use for giving those fellows tracts with warning pictures." "That," said Mrs.Nelson, "is by no means what we intend to do." "I'm afraid that admonition hasn't had much effect, and I agree with Mr.Grant that the Sachem is a gathering place for doubtful characters," Hardie went on.

"What's worse, I've reasons for supposing that Beamish gets some of them to help him in supplying the Indians on the reservation with liquor." This was a serious offense, and there was a pause, during which Edgar glanced meaningly at George.