You go where I did, and keep straight on." Keep straight on! It was, as he said, like grasping at water; and the more I tore at it, in the hope of making a tunnel through, the more it came pouring down, till in utter despair I gave it up and told Shock it was no good.
"Never mind," he said.

"It's dry and warm.

I've been in worse places than this is, where you couldn't keep the rain out.

Let's sit down and talk.

I say I wish I'd got the rest o' my rabbud." I didn't answer, for, hot, weary, and despairing at our position, I was lying down on the sand with my hands covering my face.
I don't know how long a time passed, for I felt confused and strange; but I was aroused by Shock, who exclaimed suddenly: "Here, I want to get out of this.