We must mind we don't go to sleep and tumble off." "There will be no fear of our sleeping," Stanislas said.

"The cold will be too great for that.

We shall have to keep on swinging our hands and feet, and rubbing our noses, to prevent ourselves from getting frostbitten." "Well, I have never felt the cold in these clothes," Charlie said.
"No, sir, but you have never been out at night, sitting cramped on a tree." Hour after hour passed.

Even in the darkness they could see the wolves lying in the snow below them, occasionally changing their position, keeping close together for warmth, and often snarling or growling angrily, as one or two shifted their position, and tried to squeeze in so as to get into a warm spot.
The cold was intense and, in spite of swinging his legs and arms, Charlie felt that his vital heat was decreasing.
"This is awful, Stanislas.

I do not think we can last on till morning." "I begin to have doubts myself, sir.