Perhaps there is a house at hand, or perhaps there is none for many miles.

Who can say ?" Finding that Soa could give no further information, Leonard returned to the others, and they huddled themselves together for warmth on the wet ground as best they might, and sat out the hours in silence, not attempting to sleep.

The Settlement men were numb with cold, and Juanna also was overcome for the first time, though she tried hard to be cheerful.

Francisco and Leonard heaped their own blankets on her, pretending that they had found spare ones, but the wraps were wringing wet, and gave her little comfort.

Soa alone did not appear to suffer, perhaps because it was her native climate, and Otter kept his spirits, which neither heat, nor cold, nor hunger seemed to affect.
"While my heart is warm I am warm," he said cheerfully, when Leonard asked him how he fared.