A snow squall came on the rushing wind.

The air grew colder, and though I hugged the fire, I could not get warm.

When I had satisfied my hunger, I rolled out my sleeping-bag and crept into it.

I stretched my aching limbs and did not move again.

Once I awoke, drowsily feeling the warmth of the fire, and I heard Frank say: "He's asleep, dead to the world!" "He's all in," said Jones.