He ground his teeth together as a man does who submits to a painful operation and resolves not to flinch beneath the knife.
"It is very bad," he said; "not quite the end, but near it." "The end," she bravely answered, "is death! We are living and uninjured.

You must fight on.

If the Lord wills it we shall not die." He looked in her blue eyes and saw there the light of Heaven.
"God bless you, dear girl," he murmured brokenly.

"You would cheer any man through the Valley of the Shadow, were he Christian or Faint-heart." Her glance did not droop before his.

In such moments heart speaks to heart without concealment.
"We still have a little water," she cried.