"I heard it snowing. Gee! how the wind howled! And I'm snowed in?"
"Sure are. Two feet on a level. It's good I snaked down a lot of fire-wood. Now I'll set to work an' cut it up an' stack it round the cabin. Reckon I'd better sleep up here with you, Wils."
"Won't Old Bill make a kick?"
"Let him kick. But I reckon he doesn't need to know anythin' about it. It is cold in here. Well, I'll soon warm it up.... Here's some letters Lem got at Kremmlin' the other day. You read while I rustle some grub for you."
Moore scanned the addresses on the several envelopes and sighed.
"From home! I hate to read them."
"Why?" queried Wade.
"Oh, because when I wrote I didn't tell them I was hurt. I feel like a liar."
"It's just as well, Wils, because you swear you'll not go home."
"Me? I should smile not.... Bent--I--I--hoped Collie might answer the note you took her from me."