trifling mutiny to-night, Reade would thrash them all.

"If any one is trying to blow up the wall, Mr. Reade, it's all your fault,
anyway," ventured Evarts, as the little party started at a brisk walk for
the beach. "When you've got a mixed crowd of men working for you, you
shouldn't interfere too much with their amusements. Yet you would have the
gamblers run out of camp just when our boys were getting ready to have some
pleasant evenings."

"I'll run out any one else who attempts to bring disorderly doings into
this camp," Tom retorted quietly.

"Then there'll be some more of your seawalls blown up," Evarts warned him
gloomily.

"If such a thing happens again there'll be some men hurt, and some others
breaking into prison," Tom answered with spirit. "Any evildoers that try
to set themselves up in business around here will soon wish they had kept
away---that's all."

"It's a bad business," insisted Evarts, wagging his head. "When you have
a mixed crowd of workmen---"

"I think you've said that before," Tom broke in coolly. "To-night we're
in too much of a hurry to listen to the same thing twice. Come on, men.
You can go a little faster than a walk. Jog a bit---I'll show you how."

"This is pretty hard on men in the middle of the night," hinted Evarts,
after the jogging had gone on for a full minute. "It ain't right to-----"