His comrades were already well wrapped, but he stepped softly over and drew Paul's blanket a little closer around his neck.

Then he resumed his seat, maintaining his silence.
Shif'less Sol did not like the rising of the river fog.

It was thick and cold, it might be unhealthy, and it hid the view.

His circle of vision steadily narrowed.

Tree trunks became ghostly, and then were gone.