 You are sure, Hans? I am very sure, Master. Well, what do you think of our chances now, Uncle? I think, my boy... I think we must make up our minds to eat. It will do us no good to scare these few scraps. Hans, pass me the little biscuits. If a man's heart beats, then I say he continues to hope. There. I have made three portions of the food. Your portion, Harry. Yours, Hans. What are you smiling at, Hans? Master...