"All right, you're the doctor," Bob laughed good naturedly, but he chafed at the restraint.
It was still snowing hard when they went to bed that night, but Lucky declared that the wind was working around into the west and that it would clear before morning. And he was right for the morning dawned clear and cold.
"Forty below," Jack announced as he looked at the thermometer which he had placed on the other side of the tepee.
"That's kind of chilly around the edges," Bob laughed as he pulled on his moccasins.
He had insisted on getting up and Lucky, after a show of reluctance, had given in.
"How much snow has fallen?" Jack asked the Indian who just then entered the tepee.
"Heap lot. Eet drift ver' much, but must be four feet on level. Breakfast heem ready."
"And so are we and hungry too," Bob told him.
"You feel all right, oui?"
"Fine's a fiddle."