Farther back a screen revolved and sorted stone.

Men were feeding the crusher and men were busy at the drills but the boy's eyes, with an instinct for adventure, followed a man who drove a mule-cart along an overhanging ledge above the pit.

The task held for him a fearful fascination.
"Needs men to load cars," announced Brian coming back, "and feed the crusher.

In quarry caste I imagine that's about at the bottom.

The shacks are furnished and four of them are empty.