Every one spoke, no one completed a sentence.

Then abruptly Cossar chose his line.

He flapped limbs this way and that and expelled orders in pellets.

It was obvious he wanted lamps.

Every one except Cossar was moving towards the house.
"You're going into the holes ?" asked Redwood.
"Obviously," said Cossar.
He made it clear once more that the lamps of the cart and trolley were to be got and brought to him.
Bensington, grasping this, started off along the path by the well.