If the wire had not prevented him, he would have set to work incontinently, in company with the rest.

Had my captives invited him?
Assuredly not.

He had hastened thither attracted by the odour of the Mole, heedless of the efforts of others.

So it was with those whose obliging assistance is extolled.

I repeat, in respect of their imaginary prowess, what I have said elsewhere of that of the Sacred Beetles: the story is a childish one, worthy of ranking with any fairy-tale written for the amusement of the simple.
A hard soil, necessitating the removal of the body, is not the only difficulty familiar to the Necrophori.