"Then you are cold?"
"A little; but that's not the worst."
"What is worse?"
"Why, for half an hour you have not dared to tell me we are lost, and for half an hour I've not dared to tell you that my legs seem to be giving way and refusing to do their duty."
"Then what is to become of us?"
"Well, well! am I to play your part as man and give you courage? So be it. The council is open; what is your opinion?"
"That we cannot reach Benaste to-night."
"Next?"
"That we must try to get to the nearest farmhouse before daylight."
"Very good," said Petit-Pierre. "Have you any idea of where we are?"