"Don't want to become an arctic explorer, then?" queried Granbury Lapham.
"Not much! Say, stir up the fire, or I'll be frozen stiff."
Wood was piled on the fire, and soon a pot of steaming coffee made all feel better. When the man in charge went out to look at the sheep in the various folds Dave went with him. The air was filled with snow, and it was very dark.
"This is terrible," said Dave, on returning. He was thinking of his father and the others of the exploring party.
"Land of the Midnight Sun," returned the senator's son, laconically.
"The man says they'll not return to-day," said Granbury Lapham. "It would not be safe on the mountain trail."
"I thought as much," answered Dave. "Well, all we can do, I suppose, is to wait." And he heaved a deep sigh.
The day passed slowly, for the place afforded nothing in the way of amusement, and even if it had, Dave was too much worried about his father to be interested. All went out among the sheep and saw them fed. The folds were long, low, and narrow, and the occupants huddled together "just like a flock of sheep," as Roger remarked with a grin.
"What timid creatures they are," said he, a little later. "I suppose you can do almost anything with them."
"Not with the rams," answered Dave. And then he went on: "Do you remember Farmer Cadmore's ram and how we put him in Job Haskers' room?"