That Peg Tatem did, Lieutenant Wingate had not the least doubt, for the foreman's face flushed a violent red under his tan, and his eyes narrowed, as he gripped his club-like cane.
"Get out of here, you and your jacks!" commanded Tom savagely.
"Yes, skip, vamoose, articulate your joints.

In other words, shoo!" jeered Hippy.

"If I ever see you around our camp again I'll slap your wrist.

What!" Peg Tatem, throwing his weight on the clumsy piece of wood that did duty as a leg, made an almost unbelievable leap towards Tom Gray and brought his club-cane down with all the powerful strength that the man possessed.
"I'll kill ye fer that!" raged the foreman of Forty-three as his club descended..