“Here! Alone?”
“We sha’n’t be alone, because we’re together.”
“But do you think anyone would come?”
“Do you think all those men would stop hanging about the mouth, knowing we’re lost, and not come and help us? I don’t.”
“No. Englishmen wouldn’t do that,” said Joe, slowly. “Let’s go on. I’m not so scared now, but it is very horrible and lonely. Suppose the light went out.”
“Well, we’d strike a match, and start another candle.”
“Ah, you’ve got some matches then?”
“Yes; a whole box. No, I haven’t; not one.”
“Ydoll!” cried Joe in a despairing voice.
“But we’ve got plenty of candles, and we’ll take care to keep them alight. Now then, if we stand still we shall lose heart again. Ready?”