They had been traveling for about three hours and the sun was just beginning to show itself when Jack, who was walking slightly ahead of the Indian, turned to ask him a question. Instead of answering him, to his surprise Lucky grabbed up a handful of snow and the next instant he was vigorously rubbing Jack's nose with it.
"Hey, there, what's the b-b-big idea?" he sputtered.
"White boy hold still."
"Like f-f-fun I w-w-will. I-I-I want t-to know—"
"Don't get excited, Jack," Bob laughed.
"But—"
"Your nose was freezing."
"Freezing nothing. I didn't feel a thing," Jack retorted.
"And that's just what the trouble was. But I reckon you can feel it now."
"I'll say I can. It hurts."