“Get out!” he cried in contemptuous tones. “I hadn’t finished my rabbud, and my eyes is half full of sand still.”
“Never mind the rabbit,” I said angrily, “let’s try and dig our way out.”
“Let Ikey do it,” he said, “he’s got the shovels.”
“But will he find out where we are,” I cried, for I must own to being terribly unnerved, and ready to marvel at Shock’s coolness.
“Why, of course he will,” said Shock. “I say, don’t you be frightened. You don’t mind the dark, do you?”
“I don’t mind the dark,” I replied, “but it’s horrible to be shut in here.”
“Why, it’s only sand,” he said, “only sand, mate.”
“But it nearly smothered you,” I cried. “It would have smothered you if I hadn’t pulled you out.”
“Yes, but that was because it fell atop of my head and held me down, else it wouldn’t. I thought it was your games.”
I had never heard Shock talk like this before. Our mutual distress seemed to have made us friends, and I felt ready to shake hands with him and hold on by his arm.