"Can't we dig ourselves out?" Joyce asked before the darkness descended wholly upon them.
"Without implements of any sort?" Even the knife was lost in the confusion, and in any case it would have been utterly useless.
"Do you think they are sure to find us?"
"I am confident of it—in the morning. It will be too late and dark for them to think of looking here tonight, but in the morning someone is sure to find the car and discover our whereabouts."
"How hungry we shall be!" she sighed, and Dalton laughed.
"How thirsty we shall be, is more to the point!—Poor child!" taking her hand in his and recalling how near he had been to madness. He was not too far from it even now with her hand resting confidingly in his, and the consciousness of their unique position.
"Anyhow, there is the sky and fresh air, and at least we are not quite alone. I have you!" she said with dangerous flattery.
"Yes. You have me," he returned eagerly. "And I—have—you!"
"What about snakes?" she asked, casting her eyes about her fearfully.
"They are more upset than we. At any rate, I don't believe we'll be troubled by snakes tonight. You will have to forget we are lost, so to speak, and talk till you are tired, and then try to sleep."