“It’s no good,” Jim said, preparing to light his pipe. “The position is––impossible.”
“Yes.”
Now both pipes were smoking as under a forced draught.
“I’d give my life for her,” the elder muttered, almost unconsciously.
Will caught at his words.
“My life is hers,” he cried, almost defiantly.
They were no further on.
“Can you––suggest–––?”
Will shook his head. The snow on the distant peaks glistened like diamonds in the gorgeous sunlight, and his attention seemed riveted upon it.
“What pay are you making, Will?” Jim inquired presently.