Wait until I get that quirt; that will set your blood moving.
No! Wake up! Die, nothing! See here, man, there 's the river just ahead." He picked up his glove, undid the reins from Wasson's stiffened fingers, and urged the horses forward.

Carroll lurched drunkenly in the saddle, yet retained sufficient life to cling to the pommel, and thus the outfit plunged blindly forward into the storm, leaving the dead men where they lay.

There was nothing else to do; Hamlin's heart choked him as he ploughed his way past, but he had no strength to lift those heavy bodies.

Every ounce of power must be conserved for the preservation of life.

Little as he could see through the snow blasts there was but one means of passage, that along the narrow rift between the ridges.