The gorge rang with echoes and a mass of gravel roared down the slope.

It was obviously a good shot and had moved more spoil than Festing expected.

A glance at his watch showed that the others had given up a quarter of an hour of their short noon rest.
Festing set off again, and in the meantime, Charnock, holding his breath as he stood on the snowy bank, looked down into the hole the explosion had made.
"I think we've made a first-class job," he said, stepping back out of reach of the fumes.

"I like the company's taste in powder." "It's better than ours," his companion agreed with a chuckle.
"Much better.

The company is richer than us.