"Nothing," answered Granbury Lapham. "Porter, I am growing worried," he added, seriously.
"I think we have good cause to worry, Mr. Lapham. It is no joke to be out on a mountain top in such weather as this."
"The man here tells me there are several shelters up there, one built between the rocks where the wind cannot touch it. But for all that I am worried."
"Do you suppose they have enough food with them?"
"They should know enough to go well supplied."
All of that day and the next went by, and still nobody appeared at the sheep-station. Another snowstorm was brewing, and when it came the air was so filled with it that nobody could venture outside. The young Americans and the Englishman paced the floor of the shelter impatiently, but could do nothing. Their food was limited, and the tobacco for Granbury Lapham's pipe ran low, which caused the man additional trouble.
"I can get along with a poor meal, but I must have my smoke," he said.
A day later they were seated around the fire discussing the situation when Roger gave a cry.
"Well, I never!"
"What's up now?" asked Dave.