The grease ran down his fingers, and some of it right up his sleeve.

He found a long streak from wrist to elbow when he went to bed that night.
It was not more than a hundred and fifty yards from the spot where they had stood while the train went by that Peter stood still, shouted "Hullo," and then went on much quicker than before.

When the others caught him up, he stopped.

And he stopped within a yard of what they had come into the tunnel to look for.

Phyllis saw a gleam of red, and shut her eyes tight.