No, I am not fond of them!" and he leaned back and fell asleep.
"Better not follow his example, Wallie.

Keep awake! Slap your limbs!" Above the three men the stars came out very clear and bright; the tiny lights in the chalets far below disappeared one by one; the cold became intense.

At times Garratt Skinner roused his companions, and holding each other by the arm, they rose simultaneously to their feet and stamped upon the ledge.

But every movement hurt them, and after a while Walter Hine would not.
"Leave me alone," he said.

"To move tortures me!" Garratt Skinner had his pipe and some tobacco.