guess you'll find that he can thaw out. Mr. Thurston is probably
just like other men who have to employ folks. When he finds that
a man can really do the work that he's paid to do I imagine that
Thurston is well satisfied and not afraid to show it."

"What's that noise?" demanded Harry, trying to peer around the
corner of their tent without rising.

"The field gang coming in, I think," answered Tom.

"Let's get up, then, and have a look at our future mates," suggested
Harry Hazelton.

"No; I don't believe it would be a good plan," said Tom. "We might
be thought fresh if we betrayed too much curiosity before the
crowd shows some curiosity about us."

"Reade!" sounded Blaisdell's voice, five minutes later. "Bring
your friend over and inspect this choice lot of criminals."

Tom rose eagerly, followed by Harry. As they left the tent and
hurried outside they beheld two rows of men, each before a long
bench on which stood agate wash basins. The toilet preceding
the evening meal was on.

"Gentlemen," Mr. Blaisdell, as the two chums drew near, "I present
two new candidates for fame. One is named Reade, the other Hazelton.
Take them to your hearts, but don't, at first, teach them all
the wickedness you know. Reade, this is Jack Rutter, the spotted
hyena of the camp. If he ever gets in your way just push him