He knew how to wait, and he waited, grimly standing pain and cramp and chill.

The storm wore away as desultorily as it had come, and the long night set in.

There were times when Duane thought he was paralyzed, others when he grew sick, giddy, weak from the strained posture.

The first paling of the stars quickened him with a kind of wild joy.

He watched them grow paler, dimmer, disappear one by one.