“’Tis a screecher av a blizzard we’re after havin’ drop in on us, by the same token,” he said, with quivering lips, as he stretched out his hands toward the cheerful blaze of the fire.
Being very eager to ascertain what measure of success had fallen to him with regard to the bear episode, Paul proceeded to develop the film.
When he rejoined the other boys in the front room some time later he was holding up the developed film, still dripping with water.
“The best flashlight I ever got, let me tell you!” Paul exclaimed. At this there was a cheer and a rush to see the film.
There was the bear, looking very much astonished at the sudden brilliant illumination which must have seemed like a flash of lightning to him.
All day long the storm howled, the snow drifted and scurried around the cabin. Whenever the boys went for wood they had to be very careful lest they lose their way even in such a short distance, for it was impossible to see five feet ahead. When they went to bed that night the same conditions held good, and every one felt that they were in the grip of the greatest blizzard known for ten years.