I am too
hot."
"Thank you."
She obeyed, and he made her as comfortable as he could, a forlorn
little figure in her fawn-coloured hat, wrapped in his grey tweed
coat, that looked utterly shapeless on her.
"Courage," he said, as he picked up his crowbar.
"I am not afraid," she answered.
"Most women would be."
He went to work again, with the end of the heavy bar, striking
regularly at the deepest part of the hollow, and working the iron
round and round, to loosen the brick wherever that was possible. But
he made slow progress, horribly slow, as Sabina realized when nearly
half an hour had passed again, and he paused to listen. He was much
more alarmed than he would allow her to guess, for he was now quite
convinced that Masin was not working on the other side; he knew that
his strength would never be equal to breaking through, unless the
crowbar ran suddenly into an open space beyond, within the next half-
hour. The wall might be of any thickness, perhaps as much as six or
seven feet, and the bricks were very hard and were well cemented.
Perhaps, too, he had made a mistake in his rough calculations and was
not working at the right spot after all. He was possibly hammering
away at the end of a cross wall, following it in its length. That risk
had to be taken, however, for there was at least as good a chance of
breaking through at this point as at any other.
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