They found Luck; his nose purple with cold marking the footage on his working script with numbed fingers.

He barely glanced at them, and turned away to tell Bill Holmes to take the camera on down the draw to where that huddle of rocks stood up on the hillside.

Andy and Miguel came back and met the others halfway.
"Say, boss, when do we eat ?" Big Medicine inquired anxiously.

"By cripes, I'm holler plumb down to my toes,--and them's froze stiff." "Eat?
We eat when we get these storm scenes taken," Luck told him heartlessly.

"I'm afraid it'll clear up." "Afraid it'll clear up!" Pink burrowed his chin deeper into his breath-frosted collar and shivered.
"Oh, quit kicking," the Native Son advised ironically.