The fire glinted on the reels.

They made a fire with driftwood.

He felt Bill coming up to the fire.

“I don’t know,” Nick said, getting wood for a fire.

Nick went back and lay down with his face in the blanket by the fire.

Marjorie sat on the blanket with her back to the fire and waited for Nick.

We were fifty kilometers from the front, but the adjutant worried about the fire in my kitchen.

The evening breeze blew the smoke toward the point, so Marjorie spread the blanket out between the fire and the lake.