You are not the sort of man to have delusions, Bathurst, and I quite believe what you say.

I feel more hopeful now than I have done for some time." An hour's hard work, and a hole was made through the soil, which was but three feet thick.

Bathurst climbed up the ladder and looked out.
"It is as we thought, Doctor; we are in the middle of that thicket.

Now I will go and dress if you will keep guard here with your rifle." At the end of the gallery a figure was standing; it was Isobel Hannay.
"I have heard you are going out again, Mr.Bathurst." "Yes, I am going to see what I can do in the way of making terms for us." "You may not come back again," she said nervously.
"That is, of course, possible, Miss Hannay, but I do not think the risk is greater than that run by those who stay here." "I want to speak to you before you go," she said; "I have wanted to speak so long, but you have never given me an opportunity.

We may never meet again, and I must tell you how sorry I am--how sorry I have been ever since for what I said.