But the pile of fuel was now sinking fast, and except when the wolves advanced it was necessary to let the fires burn down.
"It must want four hours yet of daylight," Halcon said, as he threw on the last piece of wood.

"Look round as the fire blazes up and see if you can make out any tree which may be climbed.

I would that we had taken to them at first instead of trusting to our fires." Unfortunately they had chosen a somewhat open space of ground for their encampment, for the brushwood grew thick among the trees.
"There is a tree over there," Malchus said, pointing to it, "with a bough but six feet from the ground.

One spring on to that and we are safe." "Very well," Halcon assented; "we will attempt it at once before the fire burns low.

Put your swords into your sheaths, sling your bows and arrows behind you, and take each a burning brand.