Could you have done Miss Kinnaird any good by staying ?" Cold and half dazed as she was, a moment's reflection convinced Ida that she could have done very little beyond helping to keep her companion warm.

Weston, who did not wait for her answer, went on: "Now," he said severely, "do you feel as comfortable as usual, or are you almost too cold to move ?" The girl admitted that the latter was the case, and Weston spread out his hands.
"Well," he said, "it will be at least another six hours before the first sunlight falls on that ledge.

Besides, as you may remember, you have had only one meal since early yesterday morning, and I shall be especially fortunate if I can get back here with the Indians by noon.
Major Kinnaird and his daughter must stay, but that doesn't apply to you.

Are you still quite sure you have any cause to be angry with me ?" Ida looked at him with a little flash in her eyes.
"Oh," she said, "I suppose you're right.

Still, is it necessary to make the thing so very plain ?" Weston laughed.
"I just want you to realize that you are in my hands until we reach level ground," he replied.