“Dig,” said the woman with the revolvers, and they dug.
“Do you mind if we take our coats off?” asked Beau Maturin. Mr. Trevor says that he was being sarcastic.
“I don’t mind what you take off,” snapped the woman.
“Now don’t say naughty things!” said Mr. Maturin. “Nothing is more revolting than the naughtiness of plain women.”
“Dig,” said the woman with the revolvers, and they dug.
They dug, says Mr. Trevor, for a long time, for a very long time. Not, however, that it was difficult digging once one had got into the swing of it, for that garden was mostly dug-up soil. Suddenly Beau Maturin said:
“Bet you a fiver I dig a grave for my fellow before you.”
“Right!” said Mr. Trevor.
“Dig,” said the woman with the revolvers, and they dug.
“And,” said the woman, “I don’t allow any betting in this house. So call that bet off.”