Even so, in their present super-heated state, the liquor was unquestionably dangerous, but he hoped it would not harm them if taken in minute quantities.
Accustomed now to implicitly accept his advice, she fought and steadily conquered the craving within her.

Oddly enough, the "thawing" of their scorched bodies beneath the tarpaulin brought a certain degree of relief.

They were supremely uncomfortable, but that was as naught compared with the relaxation from the torments previously borne.
For a long time--the best part of an hour, perhaps--they remained silent.
The sailor was reviewing the pros and cons of their precarious condition.

It would, of course, be a matter of supreme importance were the Indian to be faithful to his promise.

Here the prospect was decidedly hopeful.