Directly in front of
this the boys started a roaring fire, cutting down several dwarf cedars
for that purpose.
"I don't much like the looks o' the sky to-night," observed John Barrow,
after preparing one of the turkeys for cooking.
"Do you think there is a storm coming?" asked Tom.
"Looks to me like snow, an plenty of it."
"I hope it doesn't come until we reach Bear Pond," said Dick, "I don't
want Dan Baxter and his crowd to get ahead of us."
"They won't have no better time o' it than we'll have," was the guide's
grim comment. "Aint no fun trampin' over the mountains with the snow
comin' down heavily; I can tell you that."
The wind continued to increase, and after the supper was cooked and
brought into the shelter, the guide took it upon himself to bank the
fire with great care, that it might not blow into the forest and start a
big conflagration.
"We've had some terrible fires here," he said. "One threatened my barn
two years ago, and we had to stay out two days an' a night a-fightin'
it. It would be a bad thing a night like this.
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