Anyway, it's not my call.

They wouldn't listen to me." Weston's gesture might have expressed anything.

He naturally had been favored with hints of this kind while he followed other somewhat similar occupations, for it is not an uncommon thing for the men who toil with the drill and shovel to feel more or less convinced that those set over them are not going about the work in the right way.

He had also more than once seen this belief proved warranted.

His companion's suggestions, however, were borne out when he sat smoking with Grenfell in the bush after supper.
"I've been in the adit this afternoon," observed the latter.