"What's this?" whispered Sandy, holding something in his hand. Claud switched the light on.
"It's a shin bone."
"Here's the goods," shouted Bill, holding up a bracelet crusted with earth and mildew.
"It's gold, too," said Claud, fingering it.
"And here's some quids," Paddy said, spreading some coins out in his hand.
"Coppers, you mean."
Resuming their task, they soon collected skulls, shin bones, thigh bones, some old brassware, a ring, some coppers, and many other things of an Eastern kind.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" soliloquised Claud, as he occasionally surveyed the finds with the aid of his monocle and flash lamp. But the greatest find was a large brass urn of beautiful workmanship.
"Looks like old Rameses' whisky jar," said Bill, turning the urn round under the light of the lamp.
Things were really going well till the Irishman happened to look up. His eyes at once caught a moving spectre of white advancing slowly towards them.