"What's the matter ?" "Bad packing, I guess.

Heard him swearing about it.

He's in a terrible sweat to see you." Half an hour later the sledge drew up close to the place where Howland had seen a score of men packing bags of powder and dynamite earlier in the day.

Half a dozen lanterns were burning among the rocks, but there was no sign of movement or life.

The engineer's companion gave a sudden sharp crack of his long whip and in response to it there came a muffled halloo from out of the gloom.
"That's MacDonald, sir.