“Blizzard!”
“May last a couple of days.”
“They do,” said the Shark grimly, and burrowed deeper in the upturned collar of his coat.
“Well, we can’t stand much more like this. We’ll have to stop and try to do something—rig a windbreak, maybe.”
“And freeze?”
Sam’s eye rested for an instant on the laboring Poke.
“Perhaps we can get a fire going. Anyway, we’ve got——”
There he broke off, amazed by the eagerness with which the Shark was rubbing his glasses with gloved fingers.
“What is it?” Sam asked in haste.
Out shot the Shark’s arm. “Look yourself! There’s something yonder! Oh, if only——”