They agree on that point, don't they, in places as dissimilar as India and Germany ?" "Are you sure you didn't dream about the lead ?" Weston asked bluntly.
"It's a point that has been troubling me for a considerable time." "Then why did you come up with me to search for the lake ?" "I was once or twice told at home that I was a persistent imbecile.
That may account for it." "Well," said Grenfell, reflectively, "your action on one or two occasions seems to warrant the observation--I mean when you stood the boys off me after I'd spoiled their supper, and the other time when you decided on my account not to stay on at the copper-mine.

Still, I want to say that while I seem to know I will not make another journey on the gold trail, I've had a subconscious feeling of certainty since sunrise yesterday that the lake lies just ahead of us.

I know nothing definite that justifies it, but we'll probably find out to-morrow.
There's just another thing.

If I leave my bones up here my share falls to you." He seemed disinclined for any further conversation, and Weston went to sleep again.

When he awakened the moon had sunk behind the range, and a faint gray light was filtering down beneath the blackened pines.