Varley shivered. “This—this is a pretty tough place to stay.”
“We can help things a lot.”
“How?” Paul asked incredulously.
“There’s a fireplace yonder. We have matches. There’s a lot of dry stuff we can burn.”
“Yes, but——”
“There’s no ‘but’ about it. We’ve got a roof over our heads. We can have a fire. We will have one, and we’ll dry off, while we wait a while to see if the weather doesn’t change.”
“But the rest of the crowd? They’ll be wanting to start back to town.”
“They won’t start in an open sleigh in such a downpour.”
“But they won’t know where we are.”
“Huh! We don’t know just where they are this minute, either.”