"In the meantime, Reade, you know, I'm acting chief here." "I beg your pardon," Tom murmured hastily.
"The chief told me, just before leaving, that you thought some of Black's sights on Section Nineteen are wrong," Blaisdell pursued.
"They're all wrong," Reade rejoined quietly.
"_All_ ?" echoed Blaisdell, opening his eyes very wide.
"Yes, sir; everyone of them." "Come, come, Reade!" remonstrated the acting chief.

"Don't try to amuse yourself with me.

All of the sights can't be wrong." "But they are, sir.

Hazelton and I have been over them most carefully in the field.

Here are _our_ notes, sir.