There are Indians, two sledges, and a ton of duff." "Call them," said Steele.

"There's room for your tent beside mine, Colonel, close against the face of this rock.

It's as good as a furnace." The colonel moved a little out into the gloom and shouted to those behind.

Philip turned to find Mrs.Becker looking at him in a timid, questioning sort of way, the laughter gone from her eyes.

For a moment she seemed to be on the point of speaking to him, then picked up a short stick and began toying with the coals.
"You must be tired, Mrs.Becker," he said.