They were shut off from the outside world by a depth of earth and rocks which they could not easily calculate. It was a stunning reflection.
They might never escape!
For a moment neither could speak.
“Gor’ a’mighty!” finally ejaculated Pomp. “We’se in fo’ it now!”
“Be me sowl, it looks loike it!”
“Shuah’s you’se bo’n, we’se buried alibe ’long wif de res’ ob dese people!”
Barney had turned a grayish pallor.
“Bejabers, Misther Frank will be afther gettin’ us out,” he declared.
“Marse Frank neber fin’ out whar we gwine ter; we’se in de soup, yo’ kin bet!”
Trembling and faint, the two jokers sank down onto the damp pavement. Both were plucky, keen-witted fellows, and they tried to think.