And one of them, dead or wounded, must still be down there.

Carry this fellow into the forecastle--we'll look at him later.

Then bring some lanterns.

We are going down into that hold again." With their pistols in their right hands and lanterns in their left they descended, Cleggett first.

It was not impossible that the other intruder might be lying, wounded, but revived enough by now to work a pistol, behind one of the rubbish heaps.
But no shots greeted them.