"Colvin sent me along to where they are putting in the heavy timbering." He laughed softly.

"Well, they're throwing away most of their money." "You're sure ?" inquired Weston.
"Am I sure!" expostulated his comrade.

"I need only point out that I ought to be." "Then," said Weston, reflectively, "unless they ask your opinion, which isn't very probable, I'd say nothing about it.

Some people don't take kindly to being told they're wrong.

The thing doesn't affect you, anyway." He was a little astonished at the change in his companion, for a sparkle crept into Grenfell's watery eyes, and his voice grew sharper.
"You haven't the miner's or the engineer's instinct; it's the same as the artist's," he said.