He had overworked himself into a frenzy.

Rising, wet with sweat, he threw his tool down, pulled on his coat, blew out his candle, took his lamp, and went.

Down the main road the lights of the other men went swinging.

There was a hollow sound of many voices.

It was a long, heavy tramp underground.
He sat at the bottom of the pit, where the great drops of water fell plash.