Some o' the chaps is talkin' about it upstairs.

M'Cosh ain't been seen for four or five days.

Somebody had news as he was ill in bed, and now there's no findin' him.

I've got a notion there's something wrong, my boy.' Hewett's eyes grew large and the muscles of his mouth contracted.
'Where's Jenkins ?' he asked abruptly.

'I suppose he can explain it ?' 'No, by God, he can't! He won't say nothing, but he's been runnin' about all yesterday and to-day, lookin' precious queer.' Without paying any further attention to Snowdon, John left the room with his companion, and they went upstairs.