"We shall only bring down more sand and cover ourselves in." "Like Old Brownsmith's toolips," said Shock, laughing.

"I say, should we come up ?" "Don't talk like that," I said angrily.

"Don't you understand that we are buried alive." "Course I do," he said.

"Well, what on it ?" "What of it ?" I said in agony, as the perspiration stood upon my brow.
"Yes, what on it?
They'll dig us out like we do the taters out of a clamp.

What's the good o' being in a wax.