“Well,” said the doctor, as they met at the cars again, “we don’t get to Crater Lake tomorrow.”
“Aw, gee, why not?” Bennie demanded.
“Road’s not open yet to the rim. Can’t get much beyond Government Camp.”
“What’s the trouble—snow?” asked Mr. Stone.
The doctor nodded.
“Snow!” said Spider, wiping his hot forehead. “Don’t sound possible.”
“It’s the climate,” said Bennie.
Everybody laughed, and Dumplin’ announced he was going to get another ice cream soda while the leaders decided what to do.
When he came back, the doctor and Mr. Stone had decided to go back up the road and then up the Rogue River for a few miles, on the way to Crater Lake, and camp there over the Fourth and the day following. By the third day it was probable, the doctor said, that the government rangers would have the snow blasted out of the road.
“Blasted out?” said Spider.