Excavator's gang.

We do our job and go.

See?
That is what death is for.

We work out all our little brains and all our little emotions, and then this lot begins afresh.

Fresh and fresh! Perfectly simple.
What's the trouble ?" He paused to guide Redwood to some steps.
"Yes," said Redwood, "but one feels--" He left his sentence incomplete.
"That is what Death is for." He heard Cossar below him insisting, "How else could the thing be done?
That is what Death is for." III.
After devious windings and ascents they came out upon a projecting ledge from which it was possible to see over the greater extent of the Giants' pit, and from which Redwood might make himself heard by the whole of their assembly.