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"Yes, I'll come," said Lucile. "But if you drive, Bunny, you must promise not to go too fast." "Oh, I'll go slow," he agreed. "Maybe the snow'll stop and then we can't go riding," Sue said. "Oh, go and look and see if it has!" cried her brother. "That would be too bad, wouldn't it, to have the snow stop after Mart had made such a fine sled?"
This'll make travelling dangerous, for the thaw has already weakened the ice in places and now the snow'll cover them over, making them appear safe. It's strange, for blizzards don't often happen so late as this." "Well, there's one comfort," said Strangeways, "it's the same for all alike; if I'm delayed, so is someone else."
'Fore ye knows it snow'll be flyin'. Then whar'll ye be with everything froze tighter'n Sampson bound the heathen, you cunnin' leetle skitterin' pups. Then I presaume likely ye'll come a-drulin' raound an' want me an' George should gin ye suthin to git through th' winter on, won't they, George?" "Beats all," he said to me that night, "how thoughtful some dogs is.
But there ain't no telling how soon the snow'll drift. I'm thinkin' one of us ought to mosey back to the ranch and bring in webs and dogs." "He'd better get a-going, then," said Dave. "You'd better stay with the lady and take her on. I hate to leave her alone with a feller like you, but I reckon she'll meet up with her husband by night and he can settle you if necessary.
Look up, man! Look up! And just trust old Spoons! Are you cold? It was only eight above zero, when we left the top. But the snow'll disappear as we go down and when we reach the river it'll be summer. See that lone pine up on the rim to your right? They say an Indian girl jumped from the top of that because she bore a cross-eyed baby.
"Thet comin' from you, Wade, is like the findin's of a jury.... It's gettin' along toward October. Snow'll be flyin' soon. You don't reckon them strangers will winter in the woods?" "No, I don't. Neither does Lewis. You recollect him?" "Yes, thet prospector who hangs out around Buffalo Park, lookin' fer gold. He's been hyar. Good fellar, but crazy on gold."
"Wind's shifted!" cried Hank vigorously, watching Simpson and his guide already loading the small canoe. "It's across the lake dead right for you fellers. And the snow'll make bully trails! If there's any moose mussing around up thar, they'll not get so much as a tail-end scent of you with the wind as it is.
"We'll have a good camp for a week, and then the snow'll melt, and we'll all go back together." The cheerful gaiety of the young man, and Mr. Oakhurst's calm, infected the others.
"'Tis time for deerskin moccasins, for the snow'll not be softenin' again. They'll be steady freezin' all day, and I thinks steady freezin' now till the end o' winter." "Oh, boy, but it's cold!" shivered Charley, as he hurriedly drew on his duffle socks and skin boots. "Wonderful frosty!" said Toby, as he lighted the fire.
There's an old cabin there Jacques Perritot used to live in. The snow'll blot out our tracks." "You goin' too?" "I'll see you that far," Whaley answered briefly. "Better bring down the dogs from the coulée, then." The gambler looked at him with the cool insolence that characterized him. "When did I hire out as your flunkey, West?" The outlaw's head was thrust forward and down.
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