The fate'll force it on us." "Then we'd best be ready, sir," suggested James quietly.

Sapt turned on him quickly, almost fiercely.
"They used to call me a cool hand," said he.

"By Jove, what are you ?" "There's no harm in being ready, sir," said James, the servant.
Sapt came to him and caught hold of his shoulders.

"Ready ?" he asked in a gruff whisper.
"The oil, the firewood, the light," said James.
"Where, man, where?
Do you mean, by the bodies ?" "Not where the bodies are now.

Each must be in the proper place." "We must move them then ?" "Why, yes.