In the darkness outside the firelight and moving shadows Jamie fancied that terrible ghoulish forms were stalking stealthily and grinning maliciously at him.
For a long while Jamie lay awake and watched.

Again and again the men drank from the bottle, and when they spoke at intervals their voices sounded unnatural and thick.

Once one of them arose to replenish the fire, and he moved unsteadily upon his feet, at which the little lad marvelled, for he was a large, strong man.

Presently Jamie's eyes drooped again, and once more he slept.
When he again awoke dawn was breaking.

Snow was falling heavily.