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I had a feeling in my bones that it would." "Well, you'll have a freezing feeling in your bones if I don't get help," observed Mr. Macksey, grimly. "And I am hungry, too," went on Mr. Sneed. "Why was not food brought with us in anticipation of this emergency?" "Haf a pretzel!" offered Mr. Switzer, holding one out. "Away with the vile thing!" snapped Mr. Sneed. Mr.
Macksey was about to leap on the back of the horse and start off, when the same driver who had noticed the change in the wind called out: "I say, Mr. Macksey, I have a plan." "What is it?" "Maybe you won't have to go for help, after all. Why can't we take the forward bob from under the rear sled and put it in place of the broken one on the first sled?
But the lash did not fall on the backs of the ready animals. Mr. Macksey never beat his horses they were willing enough without that. Lanterns had been lighted and hung on the sleds, to shed their warning rays through the storm. They now gleamed fitfully through the fast-falling snow. "Are you feeling better now, Daddy?" asked Ruth of her father, as she glanced anxiously at him.
He lost considerable time and some money on this account, but it could not be helped. But with the passing of the snow the highways were clear, and traffic to and from the village was made easy. One day Mr. Macksey came back from town with a good-sized bag, filled with mail for the picture players. "Oh, here's a letter for you, Ruth, and one for me!" cried Alice, as she sorted them over.
We can easily pass the bob by the second sled even if the place is narrow." "By hickory! Why didn't you think of that before?" demanded the hunter. "Of course we can do it! Lively now, and we'll make the change. Got to be quick, or it'll be pitch dark." It would have been very dark long ago had it not been for the snow, which gave a sort of reflected light. "Come on!" cried Mr. Macksey.
Great fires were kept up, for the temperature was very low. The wise forethought of Mr. Macksey in providing for the stock prevented the animals from starving, as they would have done had not a supply of fodder been left for them. For it was out of the question to get to the barns. After two days the storm ceased, the skies cleared and the sun shone.
Thus those at the bottom were, in a measure, protected from the blast. "By hickory!" exclaimed Mr. Macksey, "that's right. The wind has changed. Folks, you'll be all right for a while down here, until I can get help." "Must you go?" asked Ruth, for now they could talk with more ease. Indeed, so fiercely was the snow sweeping across the top of the gulch that little of it fell into the depression.
"All right?" asked Jake Macksey, who was a veteran guide and hunter, and in charge of Elk Lodge. "All ready!" answered Mr. Pertell. "Drive lively now, boys!" called the hunter. "It's getting late, and will soon be dark, and the roads aren't any too good." "Oh my!" groaned Mr. Sneed. "I'm sure something will happen!"
"I can arrange for some for you," promised Mr. Macksey, "but I haven't any now." "Good idea!" exclaimed the manager. "An idea for a new film 'The Snowshoe Rescue! Here, Russ, make some notes of this for future use," and he began to dictate to the young operator, who with his employer frequently thus improvised dramas out of a mere suggestion. "If you want to walk," said Mr.
"That's fine!" she laughed, happily. "Now I wonder which of these sleighs is ours?" "I'll tell you in a minute," said Mr. Pertell. "I want to see the lodge-keeper. Oh, there he is! Hello, Jake Macksey!" he called to the sturdy man, in big boots, who was stalking about among the sleds, "is everything all right for us?" "Everything, Mr. Pertell," was the hearty answer.
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