“Look here!” he said in a low tone. “We can’t stay here three days.”
“Probably we won’t have to.”
“That’s too uncertain. We’ll have to do something. We haven’t a crumb of food, and we’re half starved.”
Lon nodded sympathetically. “I know, I know! If I had a hedgehog here, right now, I’d eat him raw, quills and all.”
Again Sam studied the flushed face of Peter Groche.
“Lon, there is something to do!” he said. “We’ve got to do it. We’ve got to send out an expedition for help.”
“But, Sam, I tell you I ain’t fit, and——”
“You’re to stay here, and watch Groche.”
“But who’ll go?”
“Two of the crowd.”