"I show white boy. You geet snow out."
The snow was already several inches deep in the dugout, as Jack called it, but they made short work of it and finished just as the Indian dragged up a piece of canvas about twelve feet long and eight wide.
"I see what our roof's to be now," Jack laughed.
When spread over the dugout the canvas overlapped about three feet on each side and on it they shoveled snow, stamping it down good and hard with their feet.
"Now heem hold some snow," the Indian declared when they had two feet or more of hard packed snow on either end.
"But it won't hold up all night if it keeps up like this," Bob said doubtfully.
"We clean heem off one two time, mebby."
"Mebby is right," Bob laughed.
It was very cold, but after they had crawled info the dugout and into their sleeping bags they were plenty warm.
"If we only could have gotten some boughs," Jack complained. "This ground was laid hard side up."