But now he began to see clearly enough that he had outwitted himself. The trees were so near, and such a striking landmark, that Gray was certain to find them if he had strength enough to persevere for some hours in the search; and that he had strength enough, Lumley could not but believe as he looked at his quiet resolute face.
The silence continued for some moments. It was broken by Gray.
"I think I have given you time enough," he said, getting deliberately on his feet. "Now, which is it to be, Lumley? I shall start in another moment."
A fierce oath escaped Lumley's lips.
"I'll not be left to rot here," he snarled out. "I'll walk it somehow. Give me your arm, partner."
He made a clutch at it, and dragged himself slowly and painfully to his feet. The agony of movement turned Lumley's face to the clammy hue of death, but he would not give way to the pain. He essayed to walk forward, but after the first step Gray stood still.
"You can't do it, Lumley. It is madness to attempt it."
Lumley glared at him for a moment, and then suddenly yielded.
"You're right, partner; I'm beat. You've got the best of it this time. Now help me back again, and I'll tell you all I know."
Gray helped him back to the hillock, and put his foot in as comfortable a position as possible.