Wrapping our handkerchiefs about his hand, he took them out and placed them around the wakened patients, a proceeding of which the Ancient nodded approval.

Just then, too, Bastin returned with his first load of firewood, and soon we had a merry blaze going just outside the sepulchre.

I saw that they observed the lighting of this fire by means of a match with much interest.
Now they grew warm again, as indeed we did also--too warm.

Then in my turn I had an idea.

I knew that by now the sun would be beating hotly against the rock of the mount, and suggested to Bickley, that, if possible, the best thing we could do would be to get them into its life-giving rays.