Edgar Wallace,
Bones — CHAPTER VIII A Right of Way
(1915)
“ Bosambo thought long and rapidly, then there came to him the bright light of an inspiration."What manner of holes do you dig, old man?""Lord, we dig them deep, for we are cunning workers, and do not fear death as common men do; also we dig them straightly—into the very heart of hills we dig them."Bosambo looked at the sloping ground covered with hateful gum. ”
