He shook Hughes roughly into wakefulness, giving utterance to sharp, tense orders, as though he dealt with a man of his own troop.
"Turn out--lively, now.

Yes, the storm is over.

It's midnight, or a little after, and growing cold.

Put on your heavy stuff, and bring up the two best horses.

Come, now; you 'll step off quicker than that, Hughes, if you ride with me.