“Here: what do you want?”
“Just to make mine speak to it in a friendly grip. God bless you, sir! you’ve saved my life. I can’t say more now.”
“Don’t. There: we have no light to betray us now.”
Chapter Four.
Nature’s mistake.
“But hadn’t we better go on?”
“No: warmth is everything here. The ground is hot where the fire was, and we’ll camp there till morning. I saw you had a sledge. We’ll drag that to one side for shelter.”
“And there is theirs, too,” was said huskily.