They did not dare to let the flames grow too high for
fear of setting fire to the cedars themselves.
As the boys lay on the brushwood resting, they heard the wind outside
increasing in violence, and saw the cedars bend to and fro, and listened
to them creak dismally.
"Mr. Barrow, how long do you reckon this storm will last?" questioned
Tom.
"There is no tellin', lad. Perhaps through the night, an' perhaps for a
couple o' days."
"If it lasts two days, we'll be snowed in for keeps!" came from Sam.
The guide shrugged his shoulders. "True, Sam, but we've got to take what
comes."
"Let us take account of our provisions," said Dick. "If there is any
prospect of our being snowed in we'll have to eat sparingly, or run the
risk of being starved to death."
There was not much to count up: some meat and crackers Dick and the
guide had brought along, and the meat, crackers, and the rabbit in Tom
and Sam's store. In his pockets John Barrow also carried some coffee,
sugar, and some salt.
"Not such a very small lot," was Dick's comment.
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