But when I get up I can't hear it.

I've stood at the door until I'm frozen." "It's the wind," said Philip.

"It has troubled me many times out on the snow plains.

I've heard it wail like children crying among the dunes, and again like women screaming, and men shouting.

You'd better go to bed." "Listen!" The doctor stiffened, his white face turned to the door.
"Good Heavens, was that the wind ?" he asked after a moment.
Philip had rolled from his bunk and was pulling on his clothes.
"Dress and we'll find out," he advised.
Together they went to the door, opened it, and stepped outside.