But you cheer up, Ladle.

You and I ought to be a match for _one_ Frenchman.
We're not beaten.

We must wait." "And starve," said Mike bitterly.
"That we won't.

We'll try to get right away, but if we can't we must get something to eat and drink." "But how ?" "Find where those fellows keep theirs, and go after it when it's dark.
They won't starve themselves, you may be sure." Mike tried to withdraw his hand, for fear that Vince should think he was afraid to be in the dark; but his companion's grasp tightened upon it, and he said softly,-- "Don't take your fist away, Ladle; it feels like company, and it's almost as good as a light.

I say, don't go to sleep." "No." Mike meant to sit and watch and listen for the fancied splash that indicated the return of the seals.