"It's sucked through six or seven miles of pass, an' it will blow straight in our faces all the way.

As we'll be goin' up for a long distance you'll find it growin' colder, too.

But you've got to remember that after you pass them cold winds an' go down the slope you'll strike another warm little valley, the one in which Hubbard is layin' so neat an' so snug." Dick had already noticed the increasing coldness and so had the sergeant.

Whitley, from his long experience on the plains, had the keenest kind of an eye for climatic changes.

He noticed with some apprehension that the higher peaks were clothed in thick, cold fog, but he said nothing to the brave boy whom he had grown to love like a son.
But both he and Dick drew their heavy coats closer and were thankful for the buckskin gloves, without which their hands would have stiffened on the reins.
Now they rode in silence with their heads bent well forward, because the wind was becoming fiercer and fiercer.