“Is this the limit of the accommodation?” inquired Sturgess, obeying his guide’s
restraining hand.
“Yes.”
“Do we sit right down and hope that the sun will rise sometime?”
“Not yet…. Here! Grope this way. I am giving you a bottle of brandy. Drink some, not much, because we must hoard it. Then we’ll try and get a few drops between these girls’ teeth. After that we must rub their hands and ankles till the friction hurts. It may revive them. I don’t know. It is the only plan I can think of.
When they recover, if ever, we’ll seat them side by side with their backs to the rock, you and I will squeeze close, one on each side,and I have a poncho which will cover the lot. By that means we may obtain some degree of warmth in common.”
“Old man, you said a page full!”
There was silence for a fe
