"Well then? What have you done? And where is John Trevna?" cried John
Drillot.
"Ach! He iss a fool. He hass shot the man and now he will pring him out
when he woult pe much petter buried where he iss."
"He's quite right. What was all the noise about?"
"That wass the shooting."
"Before that. You all seemed to be howling at once."
"That wass the sneezing. It iss full of sneezing down there," and his
red eyes still showed the effect of it.
It was a long time before they heard the laboured sounds of Trevna's
coming. But at last his legs wriggled out, then his body, then with a
lurch he hauled up to the mouth of the tunnel that which he had brought
with him. And at sight of it they all started back against the sides of
the well, with various cries but equal amazement.
"O mon Gyu!" cried Peter Vaudin.
"Thousand devils!" cried John Drillot.
"Heavens an' earth!" gasped Evan Morgan.
John Trevna gazed open-mouthed, for he had little breath left in him.
And from the black mouth of the tunnel the strange and terrible figure
of the dead man looked quietly down at them and filled them with
amazement.
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