His eyes were open, and he reached out a hand to me.

I lifted him to his feet.
"I have heard," he said.

"We follow, quick.

If you will take my arm, please, I am shaken yet, yes--" I gripped his shoulder without a word, and the two of us set off down the corridor after O'Keefe.

Marakinoff was gasping, and his weight pressed upon me heavily, but he moved with all the will and strength that were in him.
As we ran I took hasty note of the tunnel.