Then Henry stopped.
"Paul," he said, "I've got some venison in my knapsack, but you and I ought to have a fire.

While our clothes are drying outside they are still wet inside and we can't afford to have a chill, or be so stiff that we can't run.

You know we may have another run or two yet." "But do we dare make a fire ?" asked Paul.
"I think so.

I can hide the blaze, and the night is so dark that the smoke won't show." He plunged deeper into the thickets, and came to a rocky place, full of gullies and cavelike hollows.

It was so dark that Paul could see only his dim form ahead.