`I was coming to say I thought so, and that we'd go over directly.' "Bless your heart, my boy, I was all of a shiver as I got into the light cart alongside Old Brownsmith's brother and six shovels and four spades in the bottom of the cart as I felt we should want, and I see as Old Brownsmith's brother had got a flask o' something strong in his breast-pocket.

Then I just looked and saw that Juno warn't there, and we were off.
"My hye, how that there horse did go till we got to the little public.
We stopped once to give her mouth a wash out and a mouthful of hay, and then we were off again, never hardly saying a word, but as we got to the public we pulls up, and Old Brownsmith's brother shouts to the landlord, `Send half-a-dozen men up to the sand-pit directly.

Boys buried.' "You see he felt that sure, my lad, that he said that, and then we drove on up the hill, with the horse smoking, and a lot of men after us.
"First thing we see was Juno trotting towards us, and she looked up and whined, and then trotted back to a place where it was plain enough, now we knew, a great bit of the side had caved down and made a slope, and here Juno began scratching hard, and as fast as she scratched the more sand come down.
"I looked, at Old Brownsmith's brother, and he looked at me, and we jumped out, slipped off our coats and weskits, took a shovel apiece, and began to throw the sand away.
"My head was all of a buzz, for every shovelful I threw out I seemed to see your white gal's face staring at me and asking of me to work harder, and I did work like a steam-engyne.
"Then, one by one, eight men come up, and we set 'em all at work; but Old Brownsmith's brother, the ganger, you know, stops us after a bit.
"`This is no use!' he says; `we're only burying of 'em deeper.' "Right he was, for the sand kept crumbling down from the top as soon as ever we made a bit of space below, and twice over some one called out `_Warning_!' and we had to run back to keep from being buried, while I got in right up to the chest once.
"`There's hundreds o' tons loose,' says the old--the ganger, you know; `and we shall never get in that way.' He stopped to think, but it made me mad, for I knowed you must be in there, and I began digging again, wondering how it was that Juno hadn't found you before, and 'sposed the sand didn't hold the scent, or else the rabbits up above 'tracted her away.
"`I can see no other way,' said the ganger at last.

`You must dig, my lads.

Go on.