“Never say die,” Jack said trying to make his voice sound hopeful. “We’ve been in some tight places before, and something tells me that this isn’t the last one.”
By this time the roof was burned through in a number of places, and charred fragments were falling to the floor.
“It’s getting pretty warm in here,” Jack declared, wiping the perspiration from his face.
“And what’s more, that roof is going to come down in a bunch before very long,” Bob added.
Just then a loud voice was heard from outside.
“Hey, there in der cabin.”
“What do you want?” Bob called at the top of his voice.
“You geet warm, oui?”
“Well, we’re not actually freezing,” Bob yelled back.
“Non? You roast ver’ queek you no tell where money be.”