But an hour in the cavern, with its supply of air, revived us;
and then we sat up and asked ourselves: "What for?"
"And all that brings us--to this," said Harry, with a sweeping
gesture round the cavern.
"At least, it is a better tomb," I retorted. "And it was a good
fight. We still have something in us. Desiree, a good man was
lost in you."
Harry rose to his feet.
"I'm going to look round," he announced. "We've got to do
something. Gad, and it took us a month to build that raft!"
"The vanity of human endeavor," said I, loosening the strap round
my shoulders and dropping my bundle to the ground. "Wait a
minute; I'm going with you. Are you coming, Desiree?"
But she was too tired to rise to her feet, and we left her
behind, arranging what few skins we had as well as possible to
protect her from the hard rock.
"Rest your weary bones," said Harry, stooping to kiss her.
"There's meat here if you want it. We'll be back soon."
So we left her, with her white body stretched out at its full
length on the rude mat.
Bearing off to the left, we soon discovered that we would have no
difficulty to leave the cavern; we had only to choose our way.
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