It is useless for us to stay here with nothing to eat, nothing to drink, nothing to smoke, and only the fever to look forward to, expecting we know not what.

But what does it matter?
Fools and wise men all come to one end.

Lord! how my head aches and how hot it is! I wish that we had some quinine left.

I am going out," and he rose impatiently and left the cave.
Otter followed him.

He knew where he would go--to his brother's grave.
Presently they were there, standing on the hither edge of a ravine.