Instantly he felt a sensation like the drawing of a red-hot iron across his skin.

He snapped the visor down and clasped it in its place.

For a moment or two he gasped for breath, and then he said rather faintly: "It's no good, it's too cold.

It would freeze the blood of a salamander.
I think we'd better go back and explore this place under cover.

We can't do anything in the dark, and we can see just as well from the upper deck with the searchlights.