Only for a knife in the hand of a dead savage, which I managed to secure, I could never have freed myself.

And oh, the unspeakable horror of creeping in the darkness among those bodies.

I knew where the fireplace must be; that there might be live coals there still.

I had to have light; I had to know if you were dead." "Don't think about it any more, dear heart," I urged.

"Yes, we can go now--nothing else holds us here." We crept out through the door, underneath a mass of debris, into the gray of the dawn.