“No, we mustn’t,” said Chris stubbornly; “they’d only say we mustn’t go, and after what Griggs said I’m sure it’s our only chance. We must get water and bring it back, if they’re to be saved.”
“But are you sure of that? Mayn’t they be better in the morning, and ready to go on?”
“Not unless we get back with water. Now then, will you come?”
“I daren’t, Chris,” said Ned, with a groan; “it’s too horrible.”
“Then you’re afraid?”
“How can I help it? See how dreadful it will be to strike right off into the desert all alone.”
“Not so horrible as to stop here and see the others die like that poisoned mule. Come.”
“I can’t: it’s cowardly to go and leave them.”
“It isn’t,” cried Chris; “it’s brave, and we shall find the water and bring it back. Come, we’re wasting time. Come on.”
“I dare not.”