"Make him go ahead of us." Prodded into action, the man stirred limply, and crawled past them toward the mine, while Heywood, at his heels, growled orders in the vernacular with a voice of dismal ferocity.

In this order they gained the shaft, and wriggled up like ferrets into the night air.

Rudolph, standing as in a well, heard a volley of questions and a few timid answers, before the returning legs of his comrade warned him to dodge back into the tunnel.
Again the two men crept forward on their expedition; and this time the leader talked without lowering his voice.
"That chap," he declared, "was fairly chattering with fright.

Coolie, it seems, who came back to find his betel-box.

The rest are all outside eating their rice.