I WON'T go on in the dark.

I don't care what you say, I WON'T." "Don't be a silly cuckoo," said Peter; "I've got a candle end and matches, and--what's that ?" "That" was a low, humming sound on the railway line, a trembling of the wires beside it, a buzzing, humming sound that grew louder and louder as they listened.
"It's a train," said Bobbie.
"Which line ?" "Let me go back," cried Phyllis, struggling to get away from the hand by which Bobbie held her.
"Don't be a coward," said Bobbie; "it's quite safe.

Stand back." "Come on," shouted Peter, who was a few yards ahead.

"Quick! Manhole!" The roar of the advancing train was now louder than the noise you hear when your head is under water in the bath and both taps are running, and you are kicking with your heels against the bath's tin sides.

But Peter had shouted for all he was worth, and Bobbie heard him.