"H-m, I suppose. Anyhow, I feel better for my sleep."
"It's beastly cold," returned Claire, "and my ankle is playing fits and jerks with me."
"We'll have to do something about it," he said earnestly. She did not answer.
"We can bind it up, I presume," he went on. "But it's a frightful inconvenience."
"Admitted," she said quickly. "It can't be helped, however."
"I'm very much for a fire," he suggested, as though he had not noticed the hints of hardness in her voice.
"Some twenty feet ahead is a flat rock. We might build one there. Have you matches?"
He shook his head. "We'll have to go it primeval."
"But I don't see how," she began.
"Never mind," he answered, with a malicious grin. "I do know some few things."