Wild, straggling fogs, with black clouds higher up, were running into the north-east.

Damp, cold gusts blew in from the water.
"We shall have a chilly night," Wade said, shivering a little.

"Rain and sleet before morning, likely as not." We set about preparing for it.

A little back from the fire a wall of rough stones was hastily thrown up to the height of three feet or over, and continued for ten or twelve feet, with both ends brought round toward the fire.

We then got the boat up out of the water, and, by hard lifting, raised it bottom-up, and laid it on our semicircular wall.