"We've a thaw coming," hinted Dave.
"Or else a storm," added Prescott.
"Whatever is coming will be all right," announced Tom, "if it isn't another big blizzard. A second blizzard, and we'll be snowbound here for the rest of the winter!"
The softness of the snow kept the Grammar School boys at the camp that day. Their stock of books came in handy now. By four o'clock that afternoon it began to rain. Soon it poured, and the downfall kept coming all night long. It was still raining heavily when the new day came. That warm rainstorm lasted until nearly evening of the second day. With every hour of continued rain some of the snow vanished.
"We're going to lose the last bit of the good white stuff," predicted Tom gloomily.
When the rain ceased at last the prophecy was verified. Throughout the forest the recent "big snow" was visible only in small patches here and there.
"The best part of our good time is gone," grumbled Dan.
"Have you fellows been watching the state of provisions lately, I wonder?" asked Dick.
"What about 'em?" demanded Harry.
"Well, just look over the stock."