"Yet that is exactly what has happened.

The chief won't believe it, though, until the body is found." Down on the beach there was really nothing for Tom and his head man to do after the arrival of the foremen and their gangs.

Everything went ahead in an orderly manner.
"I don't suppose you could get any rest, under the circumstances, Mr.
Reade," hinted the superintendent, "yet that is just what you are going to need." "Rest ?" echoed Tom, gazing at the man, in a strange, wide-eyed way, while a grim smile flickered around the corners of his mouth.

"What have rest and I to do with each other just now ?" "Yet there's nothing you can do here." "I am here, anyway," Reade retorted.

"I'm on the spot---that's something." "Let me run back to the house and get you some blankets," urged the superintendent.