Now, look 'ere, Miss Gray, we didn't do this rotten job for the love of excitement.

We're just as anxious to get out of it as you are." "I only ask why I am held here and what is to become of me ?" said Rosalie resignedly.

She was standing across the table from where he sat smoking his great, black pipe.

The other members of the gang were lounging about, surly and black-browed, chafing inwardly over the delay in getting away from the cave.
"I don't know why you've been held here.

I only know it's d---- slow.
I'd chuck the job, if there wasn't so much dust in it for me." "But what is to become of me?
I cannot endure this much longer.