"Snowing?"
"Starting a bit."
"I thought that wind sounded like it."
"Perhaps it won't amount to anything."
"Storms usually don't up here," Jack said sarcastically.
"But this one may be an exception."
"Maybe. But, honest Injun, Bob, we're in rather a bad fix, don't you think?"
"Bad, but not desperate. We've got food enough, thanks to that buck, to last a good while so we won't starve and, thank goodness, we had sense enough to keep our ammunition in the tepee so he didn't get away with that. I don't see that we're in any great danger."
"Well, you'd better put that light out. All the oil we have left is in those two lanterns."
Bob blew out the light and for a long time they sat in the darkness and talked. The temperature had risen during the past few hours and the heat reflected from the fire, which Bob kept going, made it very comfortable in the snug tepee. Each did his best to appear cheerful but each knew that the other was far more anxious that he let on. While they knew that they were in no great danger the thought that their friend might be lying dead or wounded somewhere out in the storm made the situation almost unbearable. Several times Bob had been out to replenish the fire and each time he reported that it was snowing. To be sure the storm had not as yet reached the height of a blizzard, but each time he went out he realized that the wind was stronger and the snow was coming down faster.