Sharpe yelled to him to come back; some tried to yell, but couldn't for lumps in their throats, and we all closed up.

I can tell you it was a hot place.

The smoke rolled out and got in our eyes, and the wood and stuff cracked and blazed, and sounded like the waves at Dover.

We never expected to see him or you come back.
The stairs were going to bits as fast as they could, and great bits of burning wood were tumbling off the roof.

Then the smoke shifted somehow, and we heard Sharpe yell, 'Heavens!' Then there was a dull row like something tumbling, and Pridgin and Sharpe dashed in.