We're going to overtake that sledge sometime this afternoon or to-night--or bust!" "The saints be blessed, then we are most certain to bust, M'seur," gasped Jean.

"And if we don't the dogs will.

Non, it is impossible!" "Is there anything to eat ?" "A morsel of cold meat--that is all.

But I say that it is impossible.
That sledge--" Howland interrupted him with an impatient gesture.
"And I say that if there is anything to eat in there, get it out, and be quick about it, Croisset.

We're going to overtake those precious friends of yours, and I warn you that if you make any attempt to lose time something unpleasant is going to happen.