"They must be thinking by this time that we have got right away.

Where do you think we are facing now?
North, I should say." "East," I replied, pointing away straight in front.

"That's the morning breaking." "For the beginning of another day," said Denham softly.

"Well, I shan't be unhappy when this one's work is done." "Nor I," was my reply.

"I half-wish we had stayed among the ruins." "To be starved," said Denham bitterly.