The shout roused those present and Meekford hurried as fast as his aging legs could carry him. Other porters trotted behind, their curiosity getting the better of their duty; drama this exciting would make the next tea break much more enjoyable. Nate followed too, if only because he was centre stage of this farce. Some of the younger porters arrived before Meekford and Nate could not help but notice their half suppressed grins at the misfortune of their colleague.