There was but little wind now, and it came straight down.

It seemed to Dick that the whole earth was blotted out by the white fall.

He and the sergeant resigned themselves completely to the guidance of Red Blaze, who never veered an inch from the right path.
"If I didn't know the way my hoss would," he said.

"I'd just give him his head an' he'd take us straight to his warm stable in Townsville, an' the two bundles of oats that I mean to give him.

I reckon it was pretty smart of me, wasn't it, to order a snowstorm an' have it come just when it was needed." Again the cheerful eyes twinkled in the flaming face.
"You're certainly a winner," said Dick, "and you win for us all." The snow was now so deep in the pass that they could not proceed at great speed, but they did the best they could, and, as Red Blaze said, their best, although it might be somewhat slow, was certainly better than that of Skelly and his men.