“If it’ll only hold,” he said as he tested it with his weight while Jack struck a match and held it close.
“It’s none too solid,” he announced. “But mebby she’ll do.”
He got to his brother’s shoulder’s while he stood to one side of the mound.
“Go easy now,” he cautioned as Bob stepped forward.
“Easy it is.”
But alas for their hopes. The added weight of Jack was to much for the mound of dirt and it gave away just as his fingers reached the covering.
“I was afraid it wasn’t strong enough,” Bob said as Jack again jumped from his shoulders.
“And your fears were well founded, worse luck,” Jack groaned.
“Well, no use in crying over spilt milk or dirt either for that matter. We’ll have to dig more down and build it stronger that’s all.”
So they worked for another hour when Jack declared that they must have about enough dirt to fill the pit with.