She shook her head, smiling faintly. She knew his own perturbation must be immense. She did not want to add to it; she wanted to be brave and conceal her own agony.
He put the cigarettes away and from an inner pocket drew out a cake of chocolate.
"Supper," he announced.
She broke the cake in two even halves, giving him back one. He took but half of that. With the cigarette between his lips he felt better. Slowly he relaxed.
"I'll have to teach you how to smoke," he said, blowing rings. "When we're rested we'll get some wood and build a fire. The others will see that and signal back and we'll make connections."
At that she stared, round-eyed. "Wait for a fire?" Incredulously she straightened. Her voice grew breathless. "Oh, no, we must go—we must go," she said with a hint of wildness in her urgency.
Deliberately Johnny leaned back. "Go? Go where?"
"Go down. Go to where the others are. We must find them."
"Nothing doing." Johnny rubbed a stout leg. "Your Uncle Dudley is all in. So are you."
"But I can go, I am able to go on," she insisted. "And I would rather—Oh, if you please, I would so much rather go on at once. We cannot wait like this."