“An avalanche!” gasped Rowdy.
“I don’t know what you call it. But that’s what I think,” repeated Sammy. “We’ll never dig out of here in this world.”
“But I guess we’ve got to,” said Rowdy sharply. “We can’t live here long.”
“It ain’t a bad sort of a place,” said Sammy cheerfully. “I guess Robinson Crusoe didn’t have a better cave.”
“He had more food than we have,” said Rowdy thoughtfully. “And you kids do eat a lot. If I’d known you were coming here to live I’d have brought more stuff to eat—I surely would!”
“Can’t we catch any more rabbits?” suggested Sammy.
“How are you going to catch rabbits when we can’t get outside this cave?” returned Rowdy. “I guess all boys are foolish. That sounds just like Rafe.”
“Say! You’re a boy yourself,” said Sammy, in surprise. “You needn’t talk.”
“Oh!” rejoined Rowdy, and said nothing more for a time.
But they gave up digging through the snowbank. The snow seemed packed very hard, and it was difficult to dig with a slab of wood. If there had been an avalanche over the mouth of the cave their chances for digging out were small, indeed. Luckily none of the children realized just what that meant.