“You don't really think that would be quite prudent, do you?” asked he. “Not just yet?”
“Why not?”
“Why, can't you see? We--that is, there is no way to tell--”
“But they're coming to save us, can't you see? Somehow, somewhere, they must have caught that signal! And shall we wait, and perhaps let them lose us, after all?”
“Certainly not. But first we--why, we ought to make quite sure, you understand. Sure that they--they're really civilized, you know.”
“But they must be, to have read the wireless!”
“Oh, you're counting on that, are you? Well, that's a big assumption. It won't do. No, we've got to go slow in this game. Got to wait. Wait, and see. Easy does it!”
He tried to speak boldly and with nonchalance, but the girl's keen ear detected at least a little of the emotion that was troubling him. She kept a moment's silence, while the quivering lights drew on and on, steadily, slowly, like a host of fireflies on the bosom of the night.
“Why don't you get the telescope, and see?” she asked, at length.
“No use. It isn't a night-glass. Couldn't see a thing.”