If I had done so, the men in the camps would have kicked me out.

Don't let me catch you smoking around any of the work you're helping me on! Is that all, Mr.Reade?
'Cause I've got a power of work to do." "That's all, thank you," Tom assured him.

"But, Ferrers, we'll have to take young Drew in hand and try to win him back to the path of brains and health." "Say, I don't believe I'm going to like this job," muttered Alf Drew.

"I reckon I'll be pulling my freight outer this camp." "Don't go until tomorrow, anyway," urged Tom.

"You'll have to go some distance to find other human beings, and grub doesn't grow on trees in Nevada." With a sniff of scorn Ferrers tramped away.
"I guess, perhaps, what you need, Drew is a friend," remarked Tom, resting a hand on the boy's nearer shoulder.