I had always found him so quiet and reserved, and yet it was evident that he could talk and think like the best of us, and somehow it seemed as if in spite of the way in which he turned away he had a sort of liking for me.
This idea influenced me so that I felt a kind of pity for my companion in misfortune.

That was a good deal in the direction of liking him in return.

I felt sorry that I had frightened him, and at last after a good deal of thinking I said to him: "Shock!" "Hullo!" "I'm sorry I made you think I was buried." "Are yer ?" "Yes.

Will you shake hands ?" "What for ?" This staggered me, and I could make no reply, and so we remained silent for some time.
"Here, let's see," said Shock all at once.

"Where's that there candle ?" "Here it is," I said, and as he struck a light I held the scrap of little more than an inch long to the flame, and it burned up so that we could examine our position, and we soon found that our prison was reduced to about half its size.
"It's of no use to try and dig our way out, Shock," I said despairingly, as I extinguished the candle.