Then he rubbed his face and chin vigorously with the fat and began.

Evidently it proved a painful process, for he groaned very much over it, and I was convulsed with inward laughter as I watched him struggling with that stubbly beard.

It seemed so very odd that a man should take the trouble to shave himself with a piece of fat in such a place and in our circumstances.

At last he succeeded in getting the hair off the right side of his face and chin, when suddenly I, who was watching, became conscious of a flash of light that passed just by his head.
Good sprang up with a profane exclamation (if it had not been a safety razor he would certainly have cut his throat), and so did I, without the exclamation, and this was what I saw.

Standing not more than twenty paces from where I was, and ten from Good, were a group of men.