The two journeymen have left their two great saws sticking in their blocks of stone; and two skeleton journeymen out of the Dance of Death might be grinning in the shadow of their sheltering sentry-boxes, about to slash away at cutting out the gravestones of the next two people destined to die in Cloisterham.

Likely enough, the two think little of that now, being alive, and perhaps merry.

Curious, to make a guess at the two;--or say one of the two! 'Ho! Durdles!' The light moves, and he appears with it at the door.

He would seem to have been 'cleaning himself' with the aid of a bottle, jug, and tumbler; for no other cleansing instruments are visible in the bare brick room with rafters overhead and no plastered ceiling, into which he shows his visitor.
'Are you ready ?' 'I am ready, Mister Jarsper.

Let the old 'uns come out if they dare, when we go among their tombs.