Lamoureux said angrily, "Stop that, you fools! You're not a bunch of kids."
The horseplay came to an abrupt halt. They marched on a little more soberly, and in a few minutes the snow had stopped falling altogether. Instead of being as happy as Lamoureux had expected, McCracken seemed puzzled. He scratched his head and scowled.
"What's wrong, McCracken? Termites?"
"It's this snow, Captain. We walk two or three miles and it stops. It don't make sense."
"It's got to stop sometime."
"The point is, Captain, it didn't snow here at all. There's none on the ground. It just snowed around the ship."
It cost Lamoureux an effort to admit it, but McCracken was right. He was not as stupid as he had seemed.
It was Lamoureux's turn to scowl. He got in touch with the ship. "Haskell!"
"Yes, sir?"
"How's the weather where you are?"