"Don't you understand?
The sand has fallen and shut us in." There was silence for a few minutes--a terrible painful silence to me, as I felt that I was face to face with death.

Then Shock seemed to have grasped the situation, for he said coolly enough: "Like the rabbuds.

Well, we shall have to get out." "Yes, but how ?" I cried.
"Same's they do.

Scratch yer way, and make a hole.

I don't mind, do you ?" "Mind!" I said, "it's horrible." "Is it ?" he replied quietly.