“Must, old chap.”
“No, no; don’t leave me.”
“But you’ll have company now—the dog.”
“Go round when it’s daylight, and try what stores you can get from the men round us.”
“It isn’t reasonable, Bel. Every one is as short as we are.”
“Starving Englishmen are always ready to share with their brothers in distress.”
“Yes; but their brothers in distress who are strong and well, and who have enough gold to buy food, have too much conscience to rob them.”
“How much longer can we hold out?”
“I don’t know,” said Dallas, “and I don’t want to know. Stores are getting terribly low, and that’s near enough for me. But what do you say to the dog?”
“Poor brute! We must keep him.”