“I believe there's a way,” spoke Tom confidently.
“I hope you can find it, then, Mr. Reade,” retorted Hawkins skeptically.
“At any rate, I'm going to try.”
“What are you going to do, Mr. Reade?” demanded the superintendent curiously.
“You'll be with me, won't you?” coaxed Tom.
“You'll stand with us, shoulder to shoulder.”
“I certainly will, Mr. Reade!”
“And the foremen? You can depend upon them?”
“On every one of them,” declared Hawkins promptly. “Even to the Mexican foreman, Mendoza. He's a greaser, but he's a brick, and a white man all the way through!”
“Call the foremen in, then—all except Payson, who is with his gang.”