Ah, never mind: have-got!" He pulled something along the floor.
"How's the old forearm I gave you?
I forgot that.

Equal to hauling a sack out?
Good! Catch hold, here." Sweeping his hand in the darkness, he captured Rudolph's, and guided it to where a powder-bag lay.
"Now, then, carry on," he commanded; and crawling into the tunnel, flung back fragments of explanation as he tugged at his own load.

"Carry these out--far as we dare--touch 'em off, you see, and block the passage.

Far out as possible, though.

We can use this hole afterward, for listening in, if they try--" He cut the sentence short.