"Where did you see him last?"
"See him, sir, why yonder, where the magneshy was burnt. Billy
ahoy-y-y-y!"
But there was no answer, and they stood in a little group appalled by
the knowledge that their lights would not last many minutes longer.
"Here--quick, Smith, you have some more candles?" cried Oliver.
"Not a blessed one, sir. Billy Wriggs has got what there is left in his
jersey."
The truth forced itself upon them now with horrifying force that they
had done wrong in making this attempt so badly provided, and in trusting
so fully to Panton, who in his eager enthusiasm had gone too far.
One thought was in every mind, would they ever be able to find their way
out of this terrible darkness when the last ray of light had failed?