Then he walked over and threw himself down on his bunk.
Bishop leaned an elbow on the table and pulled at his wheezy pipe.

The lamp smoked, flickered, and went out; but still he remained, filling his pipe again and again and striking endless matches.
"Del! Are you awake ?" Corliss called at last.
Del grunted.
"I was a cur to turn them out into the snow.

I am ashamed." "Sure," was the affirmation.
A long silence followed.

Del knocked the ashes out and raised up.
"'Sleep ?" he called.
There was no reply, and he walked to the bunk softly and pulled the blankets over the engineer..