"I know I had the jacket in here." "Have you got it on ?" he said.
"No--no--no! I hung it on a bit of sharp stone that stuck out of the wall somewhere, and I can't feel the place.

It's so puzzling being in the dark.

I don't know which is front and which is back now." "Front's where the soft sand is," said Shock.
"Of course," I cried, feeling half stupefied all the time.

"Then this is the front here.

I hung it on the stone and it was just above my head." I walked about on the soft sand, feeling about above my head, and all over the face of the cave side for a long time in vain; and then with my head swimming I sank down in despair, and leaned heavily back, to utter a cry of pain.
"What's matter ?" cried Shock, coming to me.
"I've struck the back of my head against a sharp stone," I cried, turning round to feel for the projecting piece.
"Why, it's here, Shock.