We must go on in faith until we saved them or until we died.
"Our life is granted, not in Pleasure's round, Or even Love's sweet dream, to lapse, content; Duty and Faith are words of solemn sound, And to their echoes must the soul be bent," as some one or other once wrote, very nobly I think.

Well, there was but little of "Pleasure's round" about the present entertainment, and any hope of "Love's sweet dream" seemed to be limited to Brother John (here I was quite mistaken, as I so often am).

Probably the "echoes" would be my share; indeed, already I seemed to hear their ominous thunder.
At last I did go to sleep and dreamed a very curious dream.

It seemed to me that I was disembodied, although I retained all my powers of thought and observation; in fact, dead and yet alive.

In this state I hovered over the people of the Pongo who were gathered together on a great plain under an inky sky.