Saunders, I'm going back for those clothes." They went with him to the mouth of the adit and saw the shack outlined against a dazzling blaze.

It did not seem to be burning yet, but none of Weston's companions believed that it would be possible for him to reach it.

The smoke had risen, and now rolled among the tops of the firs, but, though they stood at some distance from the fire, the air scorched their faces.

Weston's showed up in the lurid radiance worn and very grim, and it was evident to Devine that the curious moodiness which had troubled him since he came back from the city was at least as strong as it had been.
"You can't get them now," he expostulated.
"Give me your jacket," said Weston, sharply.

"It's thicker than the thing I have on." The surveyor hesitated.