"Flack!" "He ran past the nettles and fell down," volunteered the man who ran away.
"Where ?" "Round about there." "Where did he fall ?" He hesitated and led them athwart the long black shadows for a space and turned judicially.

"About here, I think." "Well, he's not here now." "But his gun--- ?" "Confound it!" swore Cossar, "where's everything got to ?" He strode a step towards the black shadows on the hillside that masked the holes and stood staring.

Then he swore again.

"If they _have_ dragged him in---!" So they hung for a space tossing each other the fragments of thoughts.
Bensington's glasses flashed like diamonds as he looked from one to the other.

The men's faces changed from cold clearness to mysterious obscurity as they turned them to or from the moon.