I have met men I liked less.
It was growing by that time to be very nearly dawn, and the weather did not improve.

The rain came down in squalls and sheets and the wind screamed through, it, and we were famished as well as wet to the skin--all, that is to say, except Tugendheim, who had enjoyed the shelter of the hut.

The teeth of many of the men were chattering.

Yet we stood about for an hour more, because it was too dark and too dangerous to march over unknown ground.

I suspect Ranjoor Singh did not dare squander what little spirit the men had left; if they had suspected him of losing them in the dark they might have lost heart altogether.
But at last there grew a little cold color in the sky and the sea took on a shade of gray.