He had no fear of the track being noticed, for the surface of the snow was everywhere marked by parties going and returning to the main body.

He kept on until he saw a small shed.

The door was unfastened; opening it he found that the place was empty, though there were signs that it was usually used as a shelter for cattle.
A rough ladder led to a loft.

This was nearly full of hay.

Malcolm threw himself down on this, and covering himself up thickly, felt the blood again begin to circulate in his limbs.