Not very good work for one's clothes.

Come along, my lads.

You, Mr Raystoke, and four men stop back, and form the reserve, to take prisoner any one who tries to escape." The men descended till every step was occupied, the little force extending from top to bottom.
"Stop a minute, Mr Gurr.

Let the bo's'n guard the entry here; I must go with you to act as guide." "It aren't all passage, then, like this ?" "No; it's a great open place supported by pillars, big enough to lose yourselves in.

But stop; that can't be the way, sir." "Oh, hang it all, my lad!" cried the master in disappointed tones.
"Don't say that." "But I do," cried Archy.