"The fog may come down sooner than you expect, and then you'd lose your bearings altogether." "I must risk that," he answered grimly.

"Don't you realize that it's impossible--_impossible_ for us to remain here ?" "No, I don't," she returned stubbornly.

"It isn't worth such a frightful risk.

Some one is sure to look for us eventually." "'Eventually' might mean to-morrow morning"-- drily--"and that would be just twelve hours too late.

It's worth the risk fifty times over." "It's not!"-- passionately.