"So they say—although I never see none."
"It's pretty cold for snakes," remarked Dick. "They only come out in the summer time."
"I wish we were on horseback," said Sam, with a sigh.
"Hosses would be fine, if we could feed 'em," answered Jack Wumble. "But ye can't do thet when the ground is covered with snow."
"The outfits are so heavy, Jack."
"True, my boy, but thet can't be helped. We'll be lucky if our grub holds out."
It was after four o'clock when they reached the top of the hill. Had it been clear they might have seen for many miles around them, but now the dullness in the sky hid what was in the distance from view.
"Lion Head is over thar," said Jack Wumble, pointing with his hand. "An' Twin Rocks can't be far off."
"And how far is Lion Head from here?" questioned Sam.
"Betwixt twenty an' thirty miles, Sam."