He was awakened several hours later by DeBar, who was filling the stove with wood.
"How's the eyes ?" he asked, sitting up.
"Good," said the other.

"Glad you're awake.

The light will be bad inside of an hour." He was rubbing and warming his hands, and Philip came to the opposite side of the stove and rubbed and warmed his hands.

For some reason he found it difficult to look at DeBar, and he knew that DeBar was not looking at him.
It was the outlaw who broke the suspense.
"I've been outside," he said in a low voice.

"There's an open in front of the cabin, just a hundred paces across.