They were standing in front of the cave and the Mahommedan made play on them with a Lee-Metford at thirty feet.
Jenks, using his crowbar as a lever, toppled the ladder clean over.

It fell outwards and disconcerted a section of the musketeers.
"Well done," cried Iris.
The sailor, astounded by her tone, gave her a fleeting glance.

She was very pale now, but not with fear.

Her eyes were slightly contracted, her nostrils quivering, her lips set tight and her chin dimpled.

She had gone back thirty generations in as many seconds.