"Hullo," said Cossar, "back already?
Where's the lamps?
They're all back now in their holes.

One I broke the neck of as it ran past me ...

See?
There!" And he pointed a gaunt finger.
Bensington was too astonished for conversation ...
The lamps seemed an interminable time in coming.

At last they appeared, first one unwinking luminous eye, preceded by a swaying yellow glare, and then, winking now and then, and then shining out again, two others.
About them came little figures with little voices, and then enormous shadows.

This group made as it were a spot of inflammation upon the gigantic dreamland of moonshine.
"Flack," said the voices.