I wish I'd some more rabbud." I drew in a long breath, and sat down as far from the sealed-up opening as I could get, and listened to the rustling trickling noise made by the sand every now and then, as more and more seemed to be coming in, and I knew most thoroughly now that our only course was to wait till Ike missed us, and came and dug us out.
"And that can't be long," I thought, for we must have been in here two or three hours.
All at once I heard a peculiar soft beating noise, and my heart leaped, for it sounded like the quick strokes of a spade at regular intervals.
"Hear that, Shock ?" I cried.
"Hear what ?" he said, and the noise ceased.
"Somebody digging," I cried joyfully.
"No.

It was me--my feet," he said, and the sound began again, as I realised that he must be lying in his old attitude, kicking his legs up and down.
If I had any doubt of it I was convinced the next moment, for he burst out: "I've been to Paris, and I've been to Do-ho-ver, I've been a travelling all the world o-ho-ver.
Over and over, and over, and o-ho-ver, So drink up yer licker and turn the bowl o-ho-ver." "Don't, don't, don't, Shock," I cried passionately.

"I can't bear it;" and I again covered my face with my hands, and crouched lower and lower, listening to the trickling of the sand that seemed to be flowing in like water to take up all the space we had left.
Suddenly I started, for a hand touched me.
"Is that you, Shock ?" "Yes.

Mind my coming and sitting along o' you?
I ain't so werry dirty now." "Mind?
no," I said: "it will be company." "Yes," he said.

"It's werry dark and werry quiet like, ain't it ?" "Yes, very." "Ain't Ike a long time ?" "Yes," I said despairingly, for I began to wonder whether we should be found.
"I'd ha' came shovelling arter him 'fore now.