It's a certainty for me--the end, I mean.

Don't you see, Phil--" He came and sat down close to the other on the sledge, and spoke as if he had known him for years.

"It's got to be the end for me, and I guess that's what makes me cheerful like.

I'm going to tell you about it, if you don't mind." "I don't mind; I want to hear," said Philip, and he edged a little nearer, until they sat shoulder to shoulder.
"It's got to be the end," repeated DeBar, in a low voice.

"If we get out of this, and fight, and you win, it'll be because I'm dead, Phil.