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THE FIGHT IN THE PASS.
The three halted their horses and stood for a minute or two on the very crest of the pass.

The fierce wind out of the northwest blew directly in their faces and both riders and horses alike were covered with snow.

But Dick felt a wonderful thrill as he gazed upon the vast white wilderness.
East and west, north and south he saw the driving snow and the lofty peaks and ridges showing through it, white themselves.

The towns below and the cabins that snuggled in the coves were completely hidden.