After what seemed an interminable time, and during which Jack urged him to hurry, he succeeded in getting hold of an edge of the canvas and crawling out from beneath it Then he quickly pulled it from off the others and soon they were all standing up. It was still snowing hard and the wind seemed to be blowing hard as ever.
"Some spill, that," Jack declared.
"Spill is right," Bob agreed.
"Heap lot snow," Lucky added.
"Well, what'll we do?" Jack asked after a moment's pause.
"What time is it?" Bob asked.
"Half past five."
"Better dig out and fix the roof again, hadn't we?" Bob proposed.
"What do you say, Lucky?"
"Oui, better do."