“Surely they waited for him?”
“It was a serious risk to wait for him, my child. Their lives (and the lives of the men they had left in the huts) depended, in that dreadful climate, on their pushing on. But Frank was a favorite. They waited half a day to give Frank the chance of recovering his strength.”
There he stopped. There the imprudence into which his fondness for Clara had led him showed itself plainly, and closed his lips.
It was too late to take refuge in silence. Clara was determined on hearing more.
She questioned Steventon next.
“Did Frank go on again after the half-day’s rest?” she asked.
“He tried to go on—”
“And failed?”
“Yes.”
“What did the men do when he failed? Did they turn cowards? Did they desert Frank?”