"You're not expected to stay up and watch over us as if we were babies,
Nicolas," spoke Tom, in a gentler voice. "You'd better turn in now."

"Senor Hazelton, where is he?" insisted Nicolas, anxiously.

"Oh, bother! Never mind where he is," Tom rejoined. "We won't either of
us be in for a little while yet. But you turn in now---at
once---instanter!"

Then Tom bounded over to the little porch before the foremen's barracks,
where he pounded lustily on the door.

"Who's there? What's wanted?" demanded a sleepy voice from the inside.

"Is that you, Evarts?" called Reade.

"Yes, sir."

"Get on your duds and turn out as quickly as you can."

"You want me?" yawned Evarts.

"Now, see here, my man, if I didn't want you why on earth would I call you
out in the middle of the night?"

"It's late," complained Evarts.

"I know it. That's why I want you to get behind yourself and push
yourself," retorted the young chief engineer energetically. "Hustle!"