I do not think that our chance is a good one." "John, are you afraid to die ?" He hesitated.

"I don't know, dear.

I hope to meet it like a man." "Tell me what you truly think.

Is there any hope for us at all ?" Once more he paused, reflecting whether or no he should speak the truth.
Finally he decided to do so.
"I can see none, Jess.

If we are not drowned we are sure to be shot.
They will wait about the bank till morning, and for their own sakes they will not dare to let us live." He did not know that all which was left of two of them would indeed wait for many a long year, while the third had fled aghast.
"Jess, dear," he went on, "it is of no good to tell lies.