I'm rather obliged to you for coming up here; risking taking cold and all.

If it'll cheer you up any I'll undertake that anyone getting you on the trip will think there's one gosh-awful echo here." "S'long!" said Pringle.
He wriggled backward and disappeared.
Ten minutes later he writhed under the bush at Foy's feet.
"Never saw me!" he said.

"But I'll always sleep in coils after this--always supposing we got any after this coming to us." "One more crawl," said Foy, leading the way.

"We'll go up on top.
Regular fort up there.

If we've got to die we'll die in the sun." He stooped at what seemed the end of the passage and crawled out of sight under the low branches of a stunted cedar.