Superintendent Renshaw lived in a two-story barrack still farther to the
right, as the guest of the young engineers.
"_Quien vive_?" (who's there?) hailed another voice, between the two
barracks buildings.
"So, Nicolas, you rascal, you haven't gone to bed?" demanded Tom, halting.
"What did I tell you about earlier hours?"
Nicolas was the young Mexican servant whom Tom and Harry had brought back
with them from Mexico. Readers of the previous volume know all about this
faithful fellow.
"You and Senor Hazelton, you waire not in bed," replied Nicolas stolidly.
"You're not expected to stay up and watch over us as if we were babies,
Nicolas," spoke Tom, in a gentler voice. "You'd better turn in now."
"Senor Hazelton, where is he?" insisted Nicolas, anxiously.
"Oh, bother! Never mind where he is," Tom rejoined. "We won't either of
us be in for a little while yet. But you turn in now---at
once---instanter!"
Then Tom bounded over to the little porch before the foremen's barracks,
where he pounded lustily on the door.
"Who's there? What's wanted?" demanded a sleepy voice from the inside.
"Is that you, Evarts?" called Reade.
"Yes, sir."
"Get on your duds and turn out as quickly as you can.
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