But they were wrong.
The long night passed in a struggle between heath and the tough make-up of a mountaineer.

The waiting light of dawn saw death defeated, retiring from the scene.

As the sun rose high, the victim seemed to gain considerably in strength.

There was no immediate danger of an end.
Rolf said to Quonab: "Where shall we take him?
Guess you better go home for the toboggan, and we'll fetch him to the shanty." But the invalid was able to take part in the conversation.

"Say, don't take me there.