“Stop here till daylight, and then continue the search. Better make a fire, my lads.”
“Yes,” cried the mate. “It may guide them to us.”
“I must stay,” said the doctor.
“I do not want you,” said Sir John coldly, “and you are too tired to be of any use.”
“I suppose so,” said the doctor bitterly, “but I must stay all the same.”
“Then back with you, my men,” said Sir John.
“Keep on downward near the stream, and you must come upon the boat.”
There was a dead silence.
“Well,” said the mate sharply, “why don’t you go?”
“Dunno ’bout the others,” said Lenny softly. “I’m ready to make a start, but I can’t. It’s my legs won’t go.”