Tarzan smiled. "I suppose you mean that there is no hope for us—that we are doomed."
"It looks like it, and I am afraid. Aren't you afraid?"
"I presume that I am supposed to be, eh?"
She surveyed him from beneath puckered brows. "I cannot understand you, Stanley," she said. "You do not seem to be afraid now, but you used to be afraid of everything. Aren't you really afraid, or are you just posing—the actor, you know?"
"Perhaps I feel that what is about to happen is, about to happen and that being afraid won't help any. Fear will never get us out of here alive, and I certainly don't intend to stay here and die if I can help it."
"I don't see how we are going to get out," said Rhonda.
"We are nine tenths out now."
"What do you mean?"
"We are still alive," he laughed, "and that is fully nine tenths of safety. If we were dead we would be a hundred per cent. lost; so alive we should certainly be at least ninety per cent. saved."
Rhonda laughed. "I didn't know you were such an optimist," she declared.