THE REMITTANCE MAN After Windy Bill had finished his story we began to think it time to turn in.

Uncle Jim and Charley slid and slipped down the chute-like passage leading from the cave and disappeared in the direction of the overhang beneath which they had spread their bed.

After a moment we tore off long bundles of the nigger-head blades, lit the resinous ends at our fire, and with these torches started to make our way along the base of the cliff to the other cave.
Once without the influence of the fire our impromptu links cast an adequate light.

The sheets of rain became suddenly visible as they entered the circle of illumination.

By careful scrutiny of the footing I gained the entrance to our cave without mishap.