"
"You are a fool, John Trevna, to meddle with him any more. Iff the man
iss dead, he iss just as well left there."
"If he iss dead he cannot harm me, and I would like to see the man I
have killed."
"Ugh!" grunted Morgan, and crawled on, legs first.
Trevna wormed along up the tunnel, groping cautiously in front of him at
each forward lurch, and at last his hands fell on what he sought, and at
the same moment he began sneezing again.
It would be no easy job dragging a dead man all down that tunnel, he
thought. But when, after cautious feeling here and there, he got a grip
of the man's coat collar, to his surprise it came away in his hand, but
at the same time it seemed to him that the body was extraordinarily
light.
He tried again with a fresh grip on the coat, but it tore like paper,
and, after thinking it over, he unstrapped his leather belt and got it
round the man below the armpits, and so was able to haul him slowly
along.
When Evan Morgan's wriggling legs came slowly out of the tunnel, John
Drillot and Peter Vaudin were almost dancing with excitement, and their
first surprise was the sight of him when, by rights, John Trevna should
have been the one to come out first.
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