"Mr. Duff," asked the young chief engineer, "can you show any proof of
your authority to erect tents on the railroad's land?"
"What other place around here, Mr. Reade, would be as convenient?"
demanded the gambler.
"I repeat my question, sir! Have you any authority or warrant for
erecting tents here?"
"Do you mean, have I a permit from the railroad company?"
"You know very well what I mean, Duff."
Though Reade's tone was somewhat sharper, his smile was as genial as
ever.
"I didn't imagine you'd have any objection to my coming here," the
gambler replied evasively.
"Have you any authority to be on the railroad's land's?" persisted Tom
Reade. "Yes or no?"
"No-o-o-o, I haven't, unless I can persuade you to see how reasonable it
is that your men should be provided with enjoyment right at their own
camp."
"Take the tents down, then, as quickly as you can accomplish it,"
directed Tom, though in a quiet voice.
"And--if I don't?" asked Duff, smiling dangerously and displaying his
white, dog-like teeth.
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