To this he touched a lighted match.

His next movement drew from Peter a startled yelp.

With a single thrust of his foot he sent the stove crashing into the middle of the floor.
Half an hour later, when Peter and Jolly Roger looked back from the crest of the ridge, a red pillar of flame lighted up the gloomy chaos of the unpeopled world they were leaving behind them.

The wind was driving fiercely from the Barren and with it came stinging volleys of the fine drift-snow.

In the teeth of it Roger McKay stared back.
"It's a good fire," he mumbled in his hood.