Then they heard the sound of excited voices and immediately afterwards rapidly approaching footsteps.

A man came crashing through the shrubbery, but when he reached the fence over which, for a moment, his white face gleamed, he sank down as though powerless to climb.

Hunterleys leapt to the ground and rushed to the fence.
"Hold up, Sidney, old fellow," he called softly.

"We're here all right.
Hold up for a moment and let me lift you." Roche struggled to his feet.

His face was ghastly white, the sweat stood out upon his forehead, his lips moved but no words came.