Thirty seconds after that, and the cabin interior was fairly well lighted by the increasing blaze.

Dick wouldn't go back to his bunk, but stood with his back as close as he dared to the fire.

Yet the cold air was all around him, and, while his back baked the rest of his body was so cold that his teeth continued to play against each other in six eight time.
"Why don't you get back into bed ?" called Tom Reade lazily from his warmth under blankets.

But Dick stuck it out.

When the first logs were a seething mass of ruddy fire Dick, now chattering less, brought more short logs and piled them on in place.