It was Reade's turn to ask:
"Why?"
"Just go to the door and take a look at the sky," suggested Ferrers.
Tom swung the door open and looked.
"Well?" he asked.
"What do you think of the sky?" Jim persisted.
"It looks as though we might have a little snow," Tom admitted.
"A little, and then a whole lot more," nodded Ferrers. "Notice how still the air is? We're going to have a howling blizzard, and I believe it will start in before night."
"Then we'd better turn the men out to fell and chop firewood," declared Harry, jumping up. "We haven't enough on hand to last through a few days of blizzard."
"Will you look after the wood, Harry?" asked Tom. "I want to keep my mind on getting to Dugout."