"His hand and cheek were--just warm.

He couldn't have been dead so very long--as I judged matters.
And--here he is!" He twisted sharply round the corner of one of the great masses of limestone which cropped out amongst the trees, and turned the light of the lantern on the dead man.
"There!" he said in a hushed voice.

"There!" The four men came to a halt, each gazing steadily at the sight they had come to see.

It needed no more than a glance to assure each that he was looking on death: there was that in Kitely's attitude which forbade any other possibility.
"He's just as I found him," whispered Garthwaite.

"I came round this rock from there, d'ye see, and my foot knocked against his shoulder.
But, you know, he's been dragged here! Look at that!" Brereton, after a glance at the body, had looked round at its surroundings.