"Hey, you white folks down dar! How you lak shovelin' dirt, huh? Das a po'ful big mountain you alls has got ter underminerate."
They looked up. Over the top of the excavation the round, black face of the negro who had been the topic of their talk and thoughts, was looking down at them with a broad grin that exposed a double row of gleaming white teeth.
[CHAPTER XXIX.]
CONDEMNED TO THE MINES.
"I should say it is," rejoined Tom heartily, returning the fellow's good natured smile, "the New York subway was a child's game to it."
"Das right. Dis gwine ter be reg'lar scrubway ef it don' turn out ter be a graveyard."
"Where are Mr. Stapleton and Ingalls?"
"Roun' t'other side ob dis hill. I seen 'em frum up above. What' you all figger de matter wid dem?"