"You can lower your hands.

Now, walk straight forward, speaking only when I tell you, and never forget there is a gun-barrel within two feet of your back.

The slightest movement of treachery, and, God helping me, Burke, I 'll turn loose every cartridge into your body.

I don 't want to do it, but I will." They moved slowly forward along the deserted tunnel, not unlike two convicts in lock-step.

Burke sullenly growling, a burly, shapeless figure under the light in his hat; Winston alert, silent, watchful for treachery, the glimmer of the lamp full on his stern face.