The fire had burned out, save the backlog which still glowed.

It was night.

The storm had passed and the wind dropped to fitful blasts.

The stars were shining brightly, and the sky was clear save for feathery, fast moving cloud patches.
Jamie rebuilt the fire, and lay down to await morning.

He was so hungry that he could scarce lie still, but again his eyes drooped and again he slept.
It was near daybreak when Jamie was startled by some unusual noise, and sat up with a jerk.