"When will you put us in the hole ?" "At once.

Torode is not the man to waste time when so much is at stake." "And how long will you keep us there ?" she asked.
"That may depend on Torode," said Uncle George.

"But no longer than is necessary." "Ma fe, it may be days! We must take food--" "There is a pie and a ham, and I made bread and gache to-day," said Aunt Jeanne, picking up a big basket and beginning to pack it with all she could think of and lay hands on.
"Water ?" asked Carette.
"Plenty of water, both salt and fresh," said Uncle George.
"All the same, a can of milk won't hurt," said Aunt Jeanne.

"Carette, ma fille, fill the biggest you can find." "And Mistress Falla will give us two sacks of hay to soften the rocks," said Uncle George, "and a lantern and some candles, lest they get frightened of one another in the dark,"-- which I knew could never happen.
All the same, Carette asked, "Is it dark there _all_ the time ?" "Not quite dark all the time, but a light is cheerful." "Lend me a pipe, Uncle George," I said, and the good fellow emptied his pockets for me..