Kit! Wash! I say, fellows, it looks a little bad, I own.

But never say die; or, if you must die,--why, die game.

That's the doctrine you are always preaching, Kit.

Isn't it, now?
Tell me!" "But to be frozen or starved to death among these desolate ledges!" muttered Kit.
"Is not a cheery prospect, I'll admit," Raed finished for him.

"Rather trying to a fellow's philosophy, isn't it ?" _Bang!_ "She isn't hit yet," remarked Donovan, who had taken Raed's glass.
"She slides on gay as a cricket.