"Why, he'll kill us!" "He hasn't caught us yet, I tell you, lad.

Look here: we know everything about the caves now, and we can go anywhere in the dark, can't we ?" "Yes, I suppose so," said Mike dismally.
"Very well, then; we must wait till it's dark, and then creep out and make for the way out." "Is no way out now: it's either stopped up or watched." "Well, then, we'll get out by the mouth of the smugglers' cave, and creep up on to the cliffs somewhere." "Current would wash us away; and if we could get to the cliffs you know we shouldn't be able to climb up.

We're not flies." "Who said we were?
Well, you are a cheerful sort of fellow to be with!" "I don't want to be miserable, Cinder, old chap, but it does seem as if we're in a hole now." "Seem?
Why we are in a hole, and a good long one too," said Vince, laughing softly.
"Ah, I can't see anything to joke about.

It's awful--awful! Cinder, we shall never see home again." "Bah! A deal you know about it, Ladle.

That French chap daren't shoot us or drown us.