I have my pistol.

One barrel for you and one for me." "No, no! Perhaps you might escape after all; but, you see, I am a woman, and dare not risk it.

Come now, I am ready," and she knelt down, opening her arms to receive the embrace of death, and looked up at me with her lovely, pitiful eyes.
"It doesn't do to kill one's love and live on oneself," I answered hoarsely.

"We have got to go together," and I cocked both barrels of the pistol.
The Hottentot, Hans, who was in the place with us, saw and understood.
"It is right, it is best!" he said; and turning, he hid his eyes with his hand.
"Wait a little, Allan," she exclaimed; "it will be time when the door is down, and perhaps God may still help us." "He may," I answered doubtfully; "but I would not count on it.

Nothing can save us now unless the others come to rescue us, and that's too much to hope for." Then a thought struck me, and I added with a dreadful laugh: "I wonder where we shall be in five minutes." "Oh! together, dear; together for always in some new and beautiful world, for you do love me, don't you, as I love you?
Maybe that's better than living on here where we should be sure to have troubles and perhaps be separated at last." I nodded my head, for though I loved life, I loved Marie more, and I felt that we were making a good end after a brave fight.