I shall never forget it, old fellow." "It's been a close thing," Frank answered; "but you owe your life as much to your own coolness as to me, and above all, Ruthven, don't let us forget that we both owe our lives to God." "I sha'n't forget it," Ruthven said quietly, and they stood for a few minutes without speaking.

"Now, what had we better do?
Shall we start to run home ?" "I can't," Frank laughed, for he had nothing on but his trousers.

These he had slipped on after the return from his first trip, pushing the rest of his things into a crevice in the rocks as high up as he could reach.
"You had better take off your things, Ruthven, and lay them out to dry in the sun.

The boat will be here in half an hour.

I wonder how Childers is getting on!" "I think he will be safe," Ruthven said.