"I reckon it's going to blow some at least," Jack said an hour later as he felt a slight breeze fan his face. "Those flakes aren't coming down straight any more."
It was snowing hard and there was a fairly strong breeze when they stopped for dinner at twelve o'clock although it was not yet strong enough to cause the snow to sting.
"About how far from here is there a piece of timber," Bob asked as they were getting ready to start off again.
"Mebby twenty mile, mebby leetle more."
Enough snow had already fallen to make it hard going and within an hour they were taking turns breaking trail for the dogs. The wind was steadily increasing in force and the snow showed no sign of abatement.
"We'll never make that woods tonight at the rate we're going," Jack declared.
"Non, we no mak' heem. We look for bon place mak' camp. Heem goin' blow heap hard soon."
Lucky was right again for they had not been traveling an hour before the wind had risen to the force of a gale and was driving the sharp particles of snow against their faces with stinging violence.
"Whew, but this is work," Jack panted as he came back from breaking trail to allow Lucky to take his turn.
"I'll say you're right," Bob agreed.