"I do not know," he answered. "Presumably somewhere on the coast of Chile." Her eyes opened very wide and gazed at him as she said, "Are we the only ones?"
"I cannot tell," he replied, smiling a little. "I am blind, you see."
"Yes, I know," she said softly. "I saw you on shipboard."
"The first consciousness I had of you," he continued, "was when I stumbled over you while getting my breakfast."
"Breakfast? Where is it?"
He laid one hand on the pile of clams. She looked down at them, and burst out laughing, uncontrollably.
"It is not much," he said, "but we primitive people are simple in our needs. I worked to get them, goodness knows."
She was looking around her, twisting her long brown hair in her hands. At last she shuddered. "It's desperately lonely. Nothing but sea and mountains. I'm afraid I can't walk," she said.
"Good God!" he exclaimed. "Can't walk?"
She turned toward him, smiling faintly. "I was struck when I washed overboard, and my ankle, I think, is broken. I am sorry," she added.