Thick darkness met him, the clammy darkness of fog, and the faint, faint rustle of falling snow.
He closed the door and turned back, meeting the Colonel's eyes, "It's hard to stay behind, sir," he said.
The Colonel nodded.

He liked Scott.

"Yes, infernally hard.

But we'll do all we can.

Will you find the doctor and get the necessaries together?
I'll see to the rest." "Very good, sir; I will." Scott went to the old woman who still sobbed piteously into her apron.