Roll clear, Rudie, and let us pass.

Collar his legs, if you can, and shove." Squeezing past Rudolph in his niche, there struggled a convulsive bulk, like some monstrous worm, too large for the bore, yet writhing.

Bare feet kicked him in violent rebellion, and a muscular knee jarred squarely under his chin.

He caught a pair of naked legs, and hugged them dearly.
"Not too hard," called Heywood, with a breathless laugh.

"Poor devil--must think he ran foul of a genie." Indeed, their prisoner had already given up the conflict, and lay under them with limbs dissolved and quaking.
"Pass him along," chuckled his captor.