"But, Sam, we can't afford to rest here." "I know that, but I've got to get my wind back somehow.

The wind seems to be awfully strong." They rested for several minutes, and then pushed on again, Tom dragging the sled alone.

It was a bitter journey, and both would have given a good deal to have been with Dick and the guide once more.
"We missed it when we didn't keep up with them in the first place," was Tom's comment.

"However, there's no use in crying over spilt milk, as the saying goes.

We must make the best of it." "There isn't any best," grumbled Sam.