Several laughed heartily when the cause of their overnight alarms was revealed.
The chief alone preserved a gloomy and saturnine expression.
He gave some order at which they all hung back sheepishly.

Cursing them in choice Malay, the chief seized a thick faggot and strode in the direction of the cave.

Goaded into activity by his truculent demeanor, some followed him, and Jenks--unable to see, but listening anxiously--knew that they were tearing the _cheval de frise_ from its supports.

Nevertheless none of the working party entered the excavation.

They feared the parched bones that shone by night.
"Poor J.S.!" murmured the sailor.