They laid Kate Malone between the windbreak and the fire.

In a short time her trembling ceased; she turned her face to the blaze and slept.
They watched her with jealous care all night.

In lieu of a pillow they heaped some of the wood dust from the stump beneath her head.

When their large hands hovered over her to straighten the clothes which the wind fluttered, she seemed marvelously delicate and fragile.

It was astonishing that so fragile a creature should have lived through the buffeting of the sea.
Toward morning the storm fell at a breath and the rain died away.