So they would stand, never budging from their tracks, till the blizzard of sleet was over.
Jones, though eager and impatient, restrained himself, for it was unwise to begin operations in the storm.

There was nothing to do but wait.

Ill fared the hunters that day.

Food had to be eaten uncooked.
The long hours dragged by with the little group huddled under icy blankets.

When darkness fell, the sleet changed to drizzling rain.