It was growing colder, and he shivered.

The storm was increasing in fury.
"I'm not knowin' what to do!" he said despairingly.

"If I goes on I'll perish and if I keeps still I'll freeze to death and I'm too wearied to move about to keep warm.

'Tis likely the storm'll last the night through whatever, and I'll never be able to stick un out that long." Jamie again found himself dozing, and again he got upon his feet.
"I'll have to be doin' somethin'," said he.

"I'll keep my grit and try to think of somethin' to do or I'll perish." Jamie was right.