"I'm sorry I can't agree; but I wouldn't take your offer when you first made it, and I can't do so now that my plan's a failure.

Anyway, we're doing some useless talking, because I don't see how we're to go on prospecting, or get south again, when we have only three or four days' food in hand." He stated an unpleasant truth which the others had characteristically shirked, for Blake was often careless, and Benson had taken the risks of the journey with frank indifference.

After nearly starving once or twice, they had succeeded in getting fresh supplies; but now their hearts sank: as they thought of the expanse of frozen wilderness that lay between them and the settlements.
"Well," said Blake, "there's a Hudson Bay factory somewhere to the east of us.

I can't tell how far off it is, though it must be a long way, but if we could reach it, the agent might take us in." "How are you going to find the place ?" "I don't know; but a Hudson Bay post is generally fixed where there are furs to be got.

There will no doubt be Indians trapping in the neighborhood, and we must take our chances of hitting their tracks." "But we can't make a long march without food," Benson objected.
"The trouble is that we can't stay here without it," Blake pointed out with a short laugh.
This was undeniable, and neither of his companions answered.