“My friends will worry.”
“Let ’em.”
“What was that?” the girl asked.
She had heard a sound of something striking the side of the house.
“Prob’ly a limb flung by the wind. Never saw such a night.”
Victoria shuddered. But for good fortune she might have now been perishing in the snow.
“How long do you think it will last?” she asked.
“Can’t tell. Maybe till mo’ning. Maybe two-three days.”
“Oh, it couldn’t last that long,” the girl cried, appalled.
“Hmp! Guess you don’t know a Nevada blizzard.” Again he looked at her, a leer on his heavy face. “You’re liable to have to put up with old Sam for quite a spell, missie.”