Thar's a heavy row afore us, Frank, an' we must strengthen our hearts to hoein' o' it.

Wall, the sun's up; an' as thar don't appear to be any obstrukshun, I reck'n we'd best be makin' tracks." Hamersley slowly and somewhat reluctantly rises to his feet.

He still feels in poor condition for travelling.

But to stay there is to die; and bracing himself to the effort, he steps out side by side with his colossal companion..