“Found anything?”
Mr. Trevor said briefly that his foot had.
“So’s mine,” said Beau Maturin. “What’s yours like? Mine’s rather soft to the touch.”
“And mine,” said Mr. Trevor.
“They’re corpses, let’s face it,” sighed Mr. Maturin. “Making fifteen in all. With us, seventeen. Just give yours a kick, Ralph, to see if it’s alive. I’ve kicked mine.”
“I don’t kick corpses,” Mr. Trevor was muttering when he felt a hard round thing shoved into the small of his back.
“Ow!” said Mr. Trevor.
“Found anything?” said Mr. Maturin.
Mr. Trevor said briefly that there was something against his back.
“And mine,” sighed Mr. Maturin. “What’s yours like? Mine’s rather hard on the back.”