“But we ought to get out of here as soon as we can, sir.”
“Of course, but we shall see a faint gleam from the entrance directly our eyes have grown used to the change.”
“Shall we, sir?”
“Of course.”
“Well, I don’t want to show the white feather again, but I can’t help feeling that we ought to be out of this.”
“Wait and listen.”
“Can’t hear nothing, sir,” said the man after a minute’s pause.
“No, and I can see the faint dawn of light there gleaming against the wall yonder. Let’s begin to go back very quietly in case the blacks are still there.”
“I’m more than ready, sir.”
“Then lead on, Ned.”