"But it's all right.

The Terror will be here in a minute." She raised her head as high as she could and screamed again.
She listened with all her ears for an answer.

A bird squeaked shrilly on the other side of the field; there was no other sound.

Wiggins' white face was now bluish round the mouth; and his eyes were full of fear.

Again she kicked about for a grip, in vain.
"It's d-d-dreadfully c-c-cold," said Wiggins in a very faint voice; he began to sob; and his eyes looked very dully into hers.
She knew that it was dreadfully cold; her drenched arms and chest were dreadfully cold; and he was in that icy water to his shoulders.
"Try to stick it out! Don't give in! It's only a minute or two longer! The Terror _must_ come!" she cried fiercely.
His eyes gazed at her piteously; and she began to sob without feeling ashamed of it.