Sounds of activity now came up from below, and Worrals knew that an attack on their position might be launched at any moment. Brunowsky and his confederates would realise that everything, even their lives, depended on wiping out the little party of defenders; they would therefore do their utmost to achieve this object in the shortest possible space of time. The thought of Frecks in the hands of the Zogorites made Worrals feel sick. It was bad luck, having to come down, just when success seemed assured.
A bullet arrived in the tomb simultaneously with the c***k of the rifle that had fired it. It struck the rear wall, low down, and had obviously not been fired from the ground. If it had it would have hit the ceiling. Worrals perceived that it must have been fired from a height.
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