Behind us death, for how can we recross those mountains without food or guns to shoot it with?
Here death, for we must sit and starve.

We have striven and failed.

Leo, our end is at hand.

Only a miracle can save us." "A miracle," he answered.

"Well, what was it that led us to the top of the mount so that we were able to escape the avalanche?
And what was it which put that rock in your way as you sank into the bed of dust, and gave me wit and strength to dig you out of your grave of snow?
And what is it that has preserved us through seventeen years of dangers such as few men have known and lived?
Some directing Power.