We might as well walk as sit here and freeze to death." "I've read," said Amy, "that freezing was a pleasant death, but it doesn't seem so.

Maybe, though, it's painful just at first." He arose with a groan and followed Clint down the slope.

There were more briers, and now and then they stumbled over outcropping rocks.

The field seemed interminable, but after awhile Clint bumped into a wall.

They climbed over it and started on again.
"If there was only a moon," said Clint, "it would help some.