I will bring it." "Well, hurry then," said French.

"Meantime, my pipe is out." He drew a match, struck it on the sole of his boot, lighted his pipe and threw the blazing remnant toward the back of the cave.
"Ah, my God!" cried Rosenblatt, his voice rising almost to a shriek.

Both men looked curiously at him.

"Ah," he said, with his hand over his heart, "I have pain here.

But I will get the paper." His face was livid, and the sweat was running down his beard.