"She gives me the creeps!" "And every one else; what's doing, Harry ?" "Nothing.

That's the funny part of it!" The big Cornishman had crept to the edge of the fissure and had stared for a moment toward the cross-cut leading to the stope.

"If it was coming, it ought to 'ave showed up by now.

I 'm going back.

You stay 'ere." "But--" "Stay 'ere, I said.