About one o'clock in the morning it began snowing.

Shortly before three, Jack Farley, who was on guard, and sitting at the foot of the bed with his back to the prisoners, was kicked into the fire by Williams.

The next instant Bevins, who had got hold of his shoes, sprang up, jumped over the fire, and started away on the run.
As soon as I was enough awake to comprehend what was going on I sent a shot after him.

Williams attempted to follow Bevins, but as he did so I knocked him down with the butt of my revolver.

Farley had by this time got out of the fire.