CHAPTER XXIII
THE BLIZZARD
“Whew! but it’s bitter cold this morning!” shouted Sandy Griggs, as he opened the cabin door and thrust his head out.
“Looks like a few flakes of snow shooting past, in the bargain,” added Bobolink. “That means that the long expected storm is upon us.”
Paul turned to Jack at hearing this, for both of them were hurriedly dressing after crawling out of their comfortable bunks.
“A little snow isn’t going to make us hedge on that arrangement we made the last thing before turning in, I hope, Jack?” he asked, smilingly.
“I should say not!” came the prompt reply. “Besides, if it’s going to put a foot or two of the feathery on the ground, it strikes me you’ve just got to get that expensive camera of yours again. I’m with you, Paul, right after breakfast.”
Tolly Tip was also in somewhat of a hurry, wishing to make the round of his line of traps before the storm fully set in. 166
So it came about that Paul and his closest chum, after a cup of hot coffee and a meagre breakfast, hurried away from the cabin.
“We can get another batch when we come back, if they save any for us, you know,” the scout-master remarked, as they opened the door and passed out.