It isn't the end of the world, you know.

Now we'll go out and call the men off quietly.
They're already nervous, Horton tells me, and there's no use alarming them.

I'll go with you, and we'll send the end riveters in first." Alexander and the superintendent picked their way out slowly over the long span.

They went deliberately, stopping to see what each gang was doing, as if they were on an ordinary round of inspection.

When they reached the end of the river span, Alexander nodded to the superintendent, who quietly gave an order to the foreman.