"Don't go _now!_" pleaded Beatrice. She, too, stood up, and out she stretched her hands to him. "Don't, please! We can get along some way or other till morning. At least, _I_ can!" "No, no, it isn't right! Down in the shops and stores, who knows but we might find--" "But you're unarmed! And in the streets--in the forest, rather--" "Listen!" he commanded rather abruptly. "This is no time for hesitating or for weakness. I know you'll stand your share of all that we must suffer, dare and do together. "Some way or other I've got to make you comfortable. I've got to locate food and drink immediately. Got to get my bearings. Why, do you think I'm going to let you, even for one night, go fasting and thirsty, sleep on bare cement, and all that sort of thing? "If so, you're mistaken! No, you must spare me for an hour or two. Inside of that time I ought to make a beginning!" "A whole hour?" "Two would probably be nearer it. I promise to be back inside of that time." "But," and her voice quivered just a trifle, "but suppose some wolf or bear--" "Oh, I'm not quite so foolhardy as all that!" he retorted. "I'm not going to venture outside till to-morrow. My idea is that I can find at least a few essentials right here in this building. "It's a city in itself--or was. Offices, stores, shops, everything right here together in a lump. It can't possibly take me very long to go down and rummage out something for your comfort. "Now that the first shock and surprise of our awakening are over, we can't go on in this way, you know--h'm!--dressed in--well, such exceedingly primitive garb!" Silently she looked at his dim figure in the dusk. Then she stretched out her hand. "I'll go too," said she quite simply. "You'd better stay. It's safer here." "No, I'm going." "But if we run into dangers?" "Never mind. Take me with you." Over to her he came. He took her hand. In silence he pressed it. Thus for a moment they stood. Then, arousing himself to action, he said: "First of all, a light." "A light? How can you make a light? Why, there isn't a match left anywhere in this whole world." "I know, but there are other things. Probably my chemical flasks and vials aren't injured. Glass is practically imperishable. And if I'm not mistaken, the bottles must be lying somewhere in that rubbish heap over by the window." He left her wondering, and knelt among the litter. For a while he silently delved through the triturated bits of punky wood and rust-red metal that now represented the remains of his chemical cabinet. All at once he exclaimed: "Here's one! And here's another! This certainly _is_ luck! H-m! I shouldn't wonder if I got almost all of them back." One by one he found a score of thick, ground-glass vials. Some were broken, probably by the shock when they and the cabinet had fallen, but a good many still remained intact.