They had the steps to the dugout, an' some little wood about the win'mill, though they couldn't hardly git at the tank--" Franklin groaned as he listened to this calm inventory of resources in a case so desperate.

He sank into a chair, his face between his hands.
Then he sprang up.

"We must go!" he cried.
"I know it," said Sam simply.
"Get ready," exclaimed Franklin, reaching for his coat.
"What do you mean, Cap--now ?" "Yes, to-night--at once." "You d----d fool!" said Sam.
"You coward!" cried Franklin.

"What! Are you afraid to go out when people are freezing--when--" Sam rose to his feet, his slow features working.

"That ain't right, Cap," said he.