“Nope. We come from Milton.”
“Oh!” exclaimed the other. “You’re some of that bunch from Red Deer Lodge, aren’t you?”
“Ye—yes, sir,” Tess interposed politely. “Do you suppose you could show us the way home?”
“Just now I couldn’t,” said the other, wriggling his way into the shelter. “This is pretty good in here. But you’d better come to my cave.”
“Oh! do you live in a cave?” asked Sammy.
“Isn’t it dark?” asked Tess.
“Are there fishes in it with blind eyes?” demanded Dot, who had heard something about the fish of the streams in the Mammoth Cave, and thought all caves were alike.
“Fish?” snorted the newcomer. “I guess not! Wish there were. We’d eat them. And we need meat.”
“Is—is your cave far?” asked Sammy, in some doubt.
“No. Just back of this tree. And we’d better get back there quick, or the door will be all snowed under. This is a big, big storm.”