We've got to get this hole sealed up permanently, and deny that it was ever opened." "We could do that at once! But I won't be a party to sealing 'em up alive." "Besides, sir, they've certainly got firearms, and they might just possible have one can of TNT down there." "All right," said Goodenough.

"I'll lead the way down." "I've a plan," said Grim.
He took one of the fruit-baskets and began breaking it up.
"Who has a white shirt ?" he asked.
I was the haberdasher.

The others, Sikhs included, were all clothed in khaki from coat to skin.

Grim's Bedouin array was dark-brown.

I peeled the shirt off, and Grim rigged it on a frame of basket-work, with a clumsy pitch-forked arrangement of withes at the bottom.