What you say _goes_.

Stand up!" commanded Tom Gray sternly, fixing his gaze on the red-headed jack, who, from sheer force of habit, obeyed that tone instantly.
"There's the man I've picked," announced Tom, pointing to Spike.
A dead silence greeted the announcement, a silence broken only by the heavy breathing of the lumberjacks, and the shrill voice of Joe Shafto back in the cook-house abusing Willy Horse.
"What do you say, fellows ?" urged Tom quietly.
Something seeped slowly into the brain of those rough and ready two-fisted lumbermen.

To advance a confessed crook to foreman, a man who had bargained to do a traitorous thing to his Big Boss--it was big, it was unheard of in their rough lives.

Even the girls of the Overland party, not one of whom had known of Tom's and Hippy's purpose, felt a thrill, but no one spoke.
"Well, fellows ?" urged Tom gently.
"_Yes!_" The word was uttered in a roar, a mighty roar that was heard in the cook-house and by the lumberjacks at their Christmas dinner in the old bunk-house.
Nora Wingate, carried away by her emotions, sprang to her feet and threw wide her arms.
"Boys! Boys!" she cried almost hysterically.
"You're rough, but you're men--loyal, splendid fellows, and I love you, every one of you!" Spike, with burning face, bolted for the door.
"Come back here!" bellowed Hippy Wingate.

"You've forgotten something," pointing to the gold-piece that lay where Emma Dean had placed it before Spike's plate.