“What for, Dave?” questioned Phil. “I don’t think a little snow is going to hurt us. Maybe it will help to keep us warm,” he added with a grin.
“We don’t want to get snowed in, Phil.”
“Oh, let’s go on!” interposed Roger. “Even 102 if it does keep on snowing it won’t get very heavy in the next couple of hours. We can hurry up with our dinner at Lamont and be home again before it gets very deep.”
“All right, I’m willing if the rest are,” returned Dave, who did not wish to throw “cold water” on their sport. “Lamont it is! Go ahead, Wash, we want to get there just as soon as possible.”
On they plunged, the snow coming down thicker and thicker every minute. Then, just as the outskirts of the town were gained, they heard a curious humming sound.
“Oh, Dave! What is that?” queried Jessie.
“It’s the wind coming up,” he answered. “Listen!”
All did so and noted that the humming sound was increasing. Then the wind came tearing through the woods and down the highway with great force, sending the snow in driving sheets into their faces.
“My gracious, this looks as if it were going to be a blizzard!” gasped Phil, who had started up to see what the sound meant. “We had better get under some kind of cover just as soon as possible.”
“We’ll be up to dat hotel in anudder minute,” bawled Washington Bones, to make himself heard 103 above the sudden fury of the elements. “Say! dis suah is some snowsto’m!” he added.