I'm like one of those empty wine-skins that you read about, empty, all dried up, and ready to be thrown away." "Something of the same feeling myself, Dick.

I'm empty and dried up, too, but I'm not ready to be thrown away.

Nor are you.

We'll fill up in the night.

Our hearts will pump all our veins full of blood again, and we'll be ready to go out in the morning, and try once more to get killed." "I don't see how you and Pennington and I, all three of us, came out of it alive to-day." "That question is bothering me, too, Dick.