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.
"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.