“Yes,” said Hamp, dismally.
“If we had them here, we would be all right.”
“Can’t we dig a tunnel?” suggested Brick.
“That’s just what I’m thinking about,” replied Jerry. “It might be done, though it will take a long time. The snow is so light that I am afraid a tunnel will cave in.”
“Let me try it, anyhow,” said Brick. “You’ll catch cold if you get into the snow, Jerry.”
“I’ll attend to the tunneling,” asserted Hamp. “I’m used to that sort of thing. Do you remember our snow forts, Jerry?”
Jerry nodded.
“Do your best, old fellow. Everything depends on it. Let’s all have a bite to eat first.”
As he spoke, a sharp, snapping noise was heard above the roar of the storm. A terrific crash followed. The cabin quivered and reeled, and black darkness shut out the pale gray twilight.