The bitter cold cut through Jimmy's sealskin clothing and through the caribou skin which he had again wrapped around him, and his flesh felt numb, and a heavy drowsiness was stealing upon him which it was hard to resist.

He knew that to surrender to this in his exposed position would be fatal, and he rose to his feet and jumped up and down to restore circulation.
Any further attempt to find Bobby, he realized, would be foolhardy if not suicidal.

His previous effort had proved this, and now he felt quite helpless.

He was also very certain that Bobby could not by any possibility, if he still survived, find his way back to the _komatik_ until the storm abated.

He would have lost the _komatik_ himself now had he wandered even a dozen feet from it.
And then he comforted himself with the thought that Bobby had learned many things from Abel concerning the manner in which the Eskimos on the open barrens and ice fields protect themselves when suddenly overtaken by storms such as the one that now raged.