"Reckon it'll drift in about as fast as we can shovel it out," Jack grumbled as he threw out the last few; shovelfuls of snow.
"Then we can have the pleasure of shoveling it out again," Bob laughed.
"I believe you'd laugh if you were going to be hanged."
"Not quite that bad, but might as well laugh as cry, you know."
Thanks to Lucky's thoughtfulness in bringing along a small alcohol stove they were able to make coffee which made the supper seem a little more cheerful.
"What about the dogs?" Bob asked.
"Dog all right. No mind snow if not too tired," the Indian assured them.
It was only a little after four o'clock when they finished supper, but it was already dark. Not that it made so much difference, as Jack declared, seeing that the snow was coming down so fast that they could only see a short distance anyhow.
"You shovel um out again and we feex roof," Lucky said as soon as the meal was finished.
"What you going to make a roof out of?" Jack asked.