We ain't ever going to get outa here." "Done for ?" murmured the other, looking about stupidly.

"Done for, that's the word.

Done for?
Yes, I guess we're done for." "What are we going to do NOW ?" exclaimed Marcus, sharply, after a while.
"Well, let's--let's be moving along--somewhere." "WHERE, I'd like to know?
What's the good of moving on ?" "What's the good of stopping here ?" There was a silence.
"Lord, it's hot," said the dentist, finally, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

Marcus ground his teeth.
"Done for," he muttered; "done for." "I never WAS so thirsty," continued McTeague.

"I'm that dry I can hear my tongue rubbing against the roof of my mouth." "Well, we can't stop here," said Marcus, finally; "we got to go somewhere.