Looking up they perceived emerging from behind some boulders a little procession.
Fisher major's blood ran cold as he saw it.

For at the head stalked a stalwart guide, who carried in his arms one small boy, while in the rear followed a form which they recognised as Rollitt's carrying on his back another.

Between the two tramped a third junior, hanging on to the arm of another guide.
What terrified Fisher major more than anything was to see that the head of the boy on Rollitt's back had fallen helplessly forward on the shoulder of his porter.
With a groan the elder brother bounded to the spot.

The history of years flashed through his mind as he did so.

He saw the people at home and heard their voices.