"Well, not so you'd notice it," Jack assured him.
"White boy sure no hurt? Heap bad fall."
Lucky was standing just behind Bob a look of intense relief on his face.
"Well, I haven't had time yet to take account of stock, but so far's I know I'm all here."
"It's a miracle you weren't killed."
"Oh, I don't know. You see, so much snow came down with me that I lit as light as a feather." Jack grinned.
"Didn't you hear me yelling?" Bob asked.
"No. You see I was about six feet more or less underneath when I landed and about the time you were yelling I reckon I was pawing my way surfaceward."
"Where are your snow-shoes?" Bob asked.
"Down below. I'm afraid they didn't come through as well as I did."