Digging is warm work.
He told Albert-next-door to drop it, or he wouldn't proceed further in the matter, so Albert stopped screaming, and presently his uncle finished digging him out.

Albert did look so funny, with his hair all dusty and his velvet suit covered with mould and his face muddy with earth and crying.
We all said how sorry we were, but he wouldn't say a word back to us.

He was most awfully sick to think he'd been the one buried, when it might just as well have been one of us.

I felt myself that it was hard lines.
'So you were digging for treasure,' said Albert-next-door's uncle, wiping his face again with his handkerchief.

'Well, I fear that your chances of success are small.