Arc you so madly enamoured of death, Mr.Garvald ?" He spoke in the old stiff tones of the man I had quarrelled with.
I turned to Shalah.

"Is there any hope of getting to the South Fork ?" He looked me very full in the face.

"As much hope as a dove has who falls broken-winged into an eyrie of falcons! As much hope as the deer when the hunter's knife is at its throat! Yet the dove may escape, and the deer may yet tread the forest.

While a man draws breath there is hope, brother." "Which I take to mean that the odds are a thousand against one," said Grey.
"Then it's my business to stake all on the one," I cried.

"Man, don't you see my quandary?
I hold a solemn trust, which I have the means of fulfilling, and I'm bound to try.