Sim said nothing, but stared wildly about him.
"Come, father," said Rotha, "do as they wish." The little man permitted himself to be led into the room above.

Ralph followed with a reluctant step.

He had cleared his friend, but looked more troubled than before.

When the company reached the bedside, Ralph stood at its head while one of the men took a cloth off the dead man's face.
There was a stain of earth on it.
Then they drew Sim up in front of it.

When his eyes fell on the white, upturned face, he uttered a wild cry and fell senseless to the floor.
Ha! The murmur rose afresh.