Birkin wondered why his own heart beat so heavily.

Then Gerald's fingers gripped hard and communicative into Birkin's shoulder, as he said: 'No, I'll see this job through, Rupert.

Thank you--I know what you mean.

We're all right, you know, you and me.' 'I may be all right, but I'm sure you're not, mucking about here,' said Birkin.

And he went away.
The bodies of the dead were not recovered till towards dawn.