"No! Don't push!" he said angrily. "What's the good of the damned thing, if it has to be pushed! Put the stone under!"
There was another pause, then another start; but more ineffectual than before.
"You must let me push," she said. "Or sound the horn for the keeper."
"Wait!"
She waited; and he had another try, doing more harm than good.
"Sound the horn then, if you won't let me push," she said.
"Hell! Be quiet a moment!"
She was quiet a moment: he made shattering efforts with the little motor.
"You'll only break the thing down altogether, Clifford," she remonstrated; "besides wasting your nervous energy."
"If I could only get out and look at the damned thing!" he said, exasperated. And he sounded the horn stridently. "Perhaps Mellors can see what's wrong."