On the rock floor almost immediately beneath us lay remains which, from their torn clothes and hair, we knew must be human.

As somebody explained, I think it was Shadrach, they were those of the man whom Orme had shot upon the tail of the sphinx, and of his companions who had been tilted off the ladder.
For awhile we gazed at this horrible hole in silence.

Then Oliver took out his watch, which was a repeater, and struck it.
"Higgs told me," he said, "that he was to be thrown to the lions two hours after moonrise, which is within fifteen minutes or so.

Sergeant, I think we had better be getting ready." "Yes, Captain," answered Quick; "but everything is quite ready, including those brutes, to judge by the noise they make, excepting perhaps Samuel Quick, who never felt less ready for anything in his life.

Now then, Pussy, run out that ladder.