Now, look here, Ladle, don't be stupid.

I'm as sure as sure that we are going right after all, and all we've got to do is to go straight on." "And I'm sure that we ought to go back." "I shan't go back!" "And I shan't go forward!" cried Mike angrily.
"All right, then: I shan't go back.

Only mind how you go, old chap: those places where we had to creep down are rather awkward, and you may take the skin off your nose." "What do you mean by that ?" cried Mike.
"Only that I've got the candle," said Vince, laughing.

"I'll come and see you to-morrow, and bring you something to eat, for you'll never find your way out again in the dark." "But I'm not going in the dark, old clever!" cried Mike, snatching the lanthorn suddenly from his companion.

"How now ?" "So how!" cried Vince, springing at him, and seizing the light structure of tin and horn.
Then there was a sharp struggle, the two lads swaying here and there in the narrow place, till Vince flung his companion heavily against the wall, giving him so violent a jar as he clung to the lanthorn that the candle was jumped out of its socket, fell over against the side, and before the boys could even think of getting the door open, the light flashed upon their startled faces and went out.
"You've done it now," cried Mike, in a dolorous tone.
"Oh, come, I like that," said Vince.