“Hope we won’t have any trouble in getting to Rockledge,” remarked Fred rather apprehensively.
“Not so bad as that I guess,” said Bobby. “There’s one place though, a little further on, where the track runs through a gulch and that may be pretty well filled up if the storm keeps on.”
“I wonder if there’s anything to eat on the train if we should get snowbound,” ventured Pee Wee.
“Trust Pee Wee to think of his stomach the first thing,” gibed Fred.
“There isn’t any dining car on the train,” said Mouser. “And we’re still a good way from the station where it usually stops for lunch.”
“We’re all right anyway as long as the candy and peanuts hold out,” laughed Bobby.
“Yes,” mourned Pee Wee, “but there isn’t much nourishment in them when a fellow’s really hungry.”
The storm continued without abatement, and the few passengers that got on at the way stations looked like so many polar bears as they shook the clinging flakes from their clothes and shoes.
“Oh well, what do we care,” concluded Pee Wee, settling back in his seat. “There’s no use borrowing trouble. It always comes soon enough if it comes at all.”
“We ought to be used to snow by this time,” remarked Mouser. “After what we went through up in the Big Woods this doesn’t seem anything at all.”