They wouldn't like it at home." "But what can we do?
I'm ready." "So am I; but it's so dark.

I say, though, we must be going round and round in a sort of hole." "Then we shall be drawn right down somewhere into the earth." "Not that! I tell you what, it's like one of those great pot-holes in the big passage, only a hundred times as big; and the water's sweeping the boulders round, and grinding it out and carrying us along with it.
Look here, we shall be kept on going round and round here, if we don't get smashed, till daylight; and then old Jarks'll come and find us, and we shall be worse off than ever.

I say, though, don't you think we could do something with the boat-hook ?" "What ?" "Wait till we bump against the rocks again, and then try and hold on." "If you did the water would come over the stern." "I don't know.

Well, look here: I'll try.

If it does I'll let go directly." Taking hold of the boat-hook Vince knelt down right forward, thrust the iron-armed pole over the bows, and holding it like a lance in rest he waited, but not for long.