“What is to be done?” cried one of the men.
“Never despair, lad!”—and Halcott’s manly voice was heard once more—“never despair!”
His voice sounded hollow, however—hollow, and far away.
Book Three—Chapter Nine.
“On Swept the War-Canoes towards the Coral Beach.”
“It was just here, was it not,” said Halcott, “where the entrance was? Keep up your hearts, boys, we shall soon dig ourselves clear.”
Cheered by his voice, every one set himself bravely to the task before him.
But a whole hour went by, and they were now nearly exhausted.