"We must get out with help soon as we can.
How far down do you think the danger line begins ?" "Well, up to three or four miles out it's thicker settled, an' most o' the folks could git into town.

As fur out as thirty mile to the south, they might git a little timber yet, over on the Smoky.

The worst strip is fifteen to twenty-five mile below.

Folks in there is sort o' betwixt an' between, an' if they're short o' fuel to-day they'll have to burn anything they can, that's all, fer a feller wouldn't last out in this storm very long if he got lost.

It's the worst I ever see in the West." Franklin felt a tightening at his heart.