An unpleasant feeling stole over him.
He did not relish being left alone with the dead.
He felt convinced that those ugly boxes did contain the bodies of dead prisoners.
"I'm with you, Harry," he said.
After him he pressed, and up the long, narrow tunnel made by old Dougherty they passed.
Sometimes on all fours; sometimes standing nearly upright.
"A few steps more, and we are there," said Harry.
"Hah!"
"What now?"
"Listen!"