"Don't be a fool, Evan Morgan. If it wass a man, and he got that load in him as close as that, he iss deader than Tom Hamon."
"Well, you can go an' see. I am coing out," and he began to wriggle backwards, and Trevna was fain to go too.
But presently they came to one of the somewhat wider places where the wall had fallen away, and Trevna squeezed himself tightly into this.
"You go on, then, Evan Morgan," he said, "if you can get past, and I will go back and bring him out."
"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.