We lit our candles with trembling hands and pressed forward (in a body) to the spot where the eyes had appeared.
Crouched in a corner of a little recess half way up the irregular wall, we found Mose, shivering with fear and looking down at us with dumb, animal eyes.

We had to drag him out by main force.

The poor fellow was nearly famished and so weak he could scarcely stand.

What little sense he had ever possessed seemed to have left him, and he jabbered in a tongue that was scarcely English.
We bolstered him up with a few drops of whisky from Mattison's flask, and half carried him out into the light.

The guide ran ahead to get a carriage, spreading the news as he ran, that Cat-Eye Mose had been found.