He bravely reassured her: “I’m not defeated, I’m just tired. That’s all. I can go on.”
“But you are shaking.”
“That is merely a nervous chill. I’m good for another hour. It’s better to keep moving, anyhow.”
She thrust her hand under his coat and laid it over his heart. “You are tired out,” she said, and there was anguish in her voice. “Your heart is pounding terribly. You mustn’t do any more climbing. And, hark, there’s a wolf!”
He listened. “I hear him; but we are both armed. There’s no danger from wild animals.”
“Come!” she said, instantly recovering her natural resolution. “We can’t stand here. The station can’t be far away. We must go on.”