We have a clear track." They stumbled on their powder-sacks, caught hold, and dragged them, at first easily down the incline, then over a short level, then arduously up a rising grade, till the work grew heavy and hot, and breath came hard in the stifled burrow.
"Far enough," said Heywood, puffing.

"Pile yours here." Rudolph, however, was not only drenched with sweat, but fired by a new spirit, a spirit of daring.

He would try, down here in the bowels of the earth, to emulate his friend.
"But let us reconnoitre," he objected.

"It will bring us to the clay-pit where I saw them digging.

Let us go out to the end, and look." "Well said, old mole!" Heywood snapped his fingers with delight.