"In the meanwhile I should like you to put on this jacket." He held out the warm deerhide garment, and the girl flashed a covert glance at him.

He stood close by her in loose blue shirt and thin duck trousers, and, as far as she could see by the moonlight, his face was pinched and blue with cold.
"I won't," she said.
Weston pursed up his face whimsically.

He seldom shone where diplomacy was advisable.

As a rule, he endeavored to bring about the end he had in view by the most direct means available.

In the present instance he felt very compassionate toward his companion, and recognized only the necessity of getting her back to camp, where there was food and shelter, as soon as possible.