He lit, shading the match with his coat; and then he looked at his watch.
"What time is it?
Is it near morning ?" asked Hine, in a voice which was very feeble.
"A little longer to wait," said Garratt Skinner, cheerfully.
The hands marked a quarter to ten.
And afterward they grew very silent, except for the noise which they made in shivering.

Their teeth chattered with the chill, they shook in fits which lasted for minutes, Walter Hine moaned feebly.

All about them the world was bound in frost; the cold stars glittered overhead; the mountains took their toll of pain that night.

Yet there was one among those three perched high on a narrow ledge of rock amongst the desolate heights, who did not regret.

Just for a night like this Garratt Skinner had hoped.