The wind had begun to blow strongly and the sun went down in a heavy mass of angry-looking clouds.
"Up against a storm, I reckon," said Tom Dillon, after a careful survey of the sky.
"Yes, an' when she comes like as not she'll be a rip-snorter," returned Abe Blower.
Supper was hurried, because of the wind and the heavy clouds, and then the whole party withdrew to the shelter of some rocks, taking their horses with them.
"Do you think it will be very bad?" asked Dave, of old Tom Dillon.
"Perhaps, lad; some storms up here on the mountain are about as bad as they make 'em," was the grave reply.
CHAPTER XXV
CAUGHT IN A STORM
"Say, but this is sure going to be a corker!"