I shall never survive the strain if--" He turned away.
Sweetwater carefully returned the hat to its peg, turned the key in the door, and softly followed his superior back into the dining-room, and thence to their former retreat.
"I can see that it's likely to be a dreadful business," he ventured to remark, as the two stood face to face again.

"But we've no choice.

Facts are facts, and we've got to make the best of them.

You mean me to go on ?" "Go on ?" "Following up the clews which you have yourself given me?
I've only finished with one; there's another--" "The bottles ?" "Yes, the bottles.

I believe that I shall not fail there if you'll give me a little time.