I thought it was your games." I had never heard Shock talk like this before.

Our mutual distress seemed to have made us friends, and I felt ready to shake hands with him and hold on by his arm.
"I say," he cried, his voice sounding, like mine, more and more subdued--at least so it seemed to me--"I say, I weren't looking; it didn't go down on the dog too--did it ?" "No, Shock, I saw her run away." There was a few moments' silence and then he said: "Well, I am glad of that.

I likes dorgs, and we was reg'lar good friends." "Hark!" I said; "is that Ike digging ?" "No," he said; "it was some more sand tumbled down, I think." I knew he was right, for there was a dull thud, and then another; but whether inside or outside I could not tell.

It made me tremble though; for I wondered whether I should be able to struggle out if part of the roof came down upon my head.
All at once Shock began to whistle--not a tune, but something of an imitation of a blackbird; and as I was envying him his coolness in danger I heard a scratching noise and saw a line of light.

Then there was another scratch and a series of little sparkles.