"Och, but don't be long wid the mate, darlints, me stummik's shut up intirely." "There won't be room for us all here, I'm afraid," remarked Bolton.
This was true.

The hut was constructed to hold six, and it was impossible that ten could _sleep_ in it, although they managed to squeeze in.
"Never mind that," cried the captain.

"Here, take a drop of soup; gently, not too much at a time." "Ah, then, it's cruel of ye, it is, to give me sich a small taste." It was necessary, however, to give men in their condition a "small taste" at first, so O'Riley had to rest content.

Meanwhile, the rescue party supped heartily, and after a little more food had been administered to the half-starved men, preparations were made for spending the night.

The tent was pitched, and the sleeping-bags spread out on the snow.