Something burning, a house, or a funeral pyre, but how can there be such things here?
I give it up." "I think it is a reflection, and that if we were on the peak we should see the light which throws it," said Leo slowly.
"Yes, but we are not, and cannot get there in the dark." "Then, Horace, we must spend a night there." "It will be our last in this incarnation," I answered with a laugh, "that is if it comes on to snow." "We must risk it, or I will risk it.

Look, the light has faded;" and there at least he was right, for undoubtedly it had.

The night was as black as pitch.
"Let's talk it over to-morrow," I said, and went back to the tent, for I was sleepy and incredulous, but Leo sat on by the mouth of the cave.
At dawn I awoke and found breakfast already cooked.
"I must start early," Leo explained.
"Are you mad ?" I asked.

"How can we camp on that place ?" "I don't know, but I am going.

I must go, Horace." "Which means that we both must go.