"Oi 'erd it were 'im that did Deggerhund's lot," warns another voice, quietly now.
There's some grumbling best described as a pause, before the first voice affirms: "Best git inside, yoo lot..." and the sounds of shuffling and movement carry to Desmond's ears even over the nearby glug glug glug of Dorgan's oil pouring out of the flask and onto the earth...