Nothing could be seen but a white wall of fiercely swirling snowflakes, while the wind was howling through the trees, threatening every minute to collapse the tent. But Long Gun had done his work well, and the canvas shelter stood.
CHAPTER XXX
JACK’S HAZARDOUS PLAN
The boys crowded up around Jack and peered through an opening in the tent flap.
“Blizzard! I should say so!” exclaimed Nat. “It’s fierce! How are we going to cook any breakfast?”
“Me show,” answered Long Gun with a grin. Then he pointed to where he and Budge, the day before, had constructed, inside the living tent, a small fireplace of stones and earth. There was a piece of pipe that extended outside the canvas wall, and in the improvised stove a blaze was soon started, over which coffee was made, and some bacon fried.
“Let’s go out and see what it’s like,” proposed Sam, as he wrapped himself up warmly.
“No go far,” cautioned Long Gun. “No git back if yo’ do. Heap bad storm.”
“There’s no danger of Sam going too far,” said Jack. “He’s too fond of the warm stove.”