You stay right here, and I'll be back as soon as I've looked into the face of the mystery." "What do you take me for ?" Harry asked almost fiercely.

"A baby?
Or a cold-foot ?" "Nothing like it," answered Tom Reade with reassuring positiveness.
"You're out of sorts, to-night.

Your head, or your nerves, or some thing, has gone back on you, and you walk through this blackness with half a notion that you're going to walk over a precipice, or drop head-first into some danger.

With such a feeling it would be cruelty to let you go forward, chum, and I'm not going to do it.

I'll go alone." The crouching figure to the rear of the young engineers quivered as though this separation of the two engineers on this black night was a thing devoutly to be desired.
"You're not going to do anything of the sort," retorted Harry Hazelton.
"I'm going forward with you.