His eyes opened, he raised himself.

His first sensation was that he was no longer in the snow and that the storm was not beating into his face.

Instead there encompassed him a damp dungeon-like chill.
Everywhere there was blackness--everywhere except in one spot, where a little yellow eye of fire watched him and blinked at him.

At first he thought that the eye must be miles and miles away.

But it came quickly nearer--and still nearer--until at last he knew that it was a candle burning with the silence of a death taper a yard or two beyond his feet..