He was glad when Hughie's back gave out and forced him to surrender.
"Mr.O'Neill," said Hannah flatly after what seemed an interminable interval of digging, "you've dug a hole big enough to bury yourself.
Mr.Craig's money couldn't be no further down than that.

Myself I think you'd better let it go until morning.

It's snowin' harder every minute and we'll all get our death of cold." Kenny shuddered at the homely phrase.

But he wiped the dirt and perspiration from his forehead and went off toward the kitchen in gloomy silence, his energy and optimism gone..