Probably in an instant when I fail briefly to realize all that this means my feeling is that I wouldn't have missed such an experience for anything." "You could have all my share of it, if I could make an effective transfer," laughed Wolgast.
"If we ever do get out of this alive," mused Page aloud, "I don't doubt we'll look back to this hour with a great throb of interest and feel glad that we've had one throb that most men don't get in a lifetime." "But we won't get out," advanced Jetson.

"We're up hard against it.

It's all over but the slow strangling to death as the air becomes more rare." "I wonder if it will be a strangling and choking," spoke Darrin again in a strange voice; "or whether it will be more like an asphyxiation?
In the latter case we may drop over, one at a time, without pain, and all of us be finished within two or three minutes from the time the first one starts." "Pleasant!" uttered Wolgast grimly.

"Let's start something---a jolly song, for instance." "Want to die more quickly ?" asked Dalzell.

"Singing eats up the air faster." Lieutenant Jack Benson came out of the engine room for a moment.
He took down the wrench and went back to the engine room.