That didn't at all agree with the faithful fellow's wishes.
"They'll be sure to get into some trouble, Senor Hazelton," Nicolas said mournfully.

"I should be on their flank, watching over them." "You don't know Gridley boys," laughed Harry, "if you don't understand that Dick Prescott and Tom Reade, together, are a hard team to beat." In the meantime Tom led the way down to the camp of workmen.

Reade stopped to speak with one of his reliable negroes, whom he found softly strumming a banjo under a tree.
"Are there any visitors in camp to-night who shouldn't be here ?" asked Tom.
"I doan' beliebe so, boss," replied the colored man.

"Dem gamblers an' bootleggers ain' done got bail yet, has they, sah ?" "I don't believe they have," replied Tom.

"There are no others of their kind here, then ?" "I doan' beliebe so, sah." Tom and Dick strolled through the camp, but all was quiet there.