Listen, now! The wind's north-west, and the house is west of the head of the _coulee_; so the mouth is east of us, and that brings the wind on the left cheek at the mouth of the _coulee_, and it comes more and more on the right cheek as we turn up the ridge; and it's on the front half of the right cheek when we face the house, I'm sure that's right--wait, I'll mark it out here in the snow.

God! how cold it is! It must be right.

Come on; come! We must try it, anyway." "We may hit the house, Cap," said Sam calmly, "but if we miss it we'll go God knows where! Anyhow, I'm with you, an' if we don't turn up, we can't help it, an' we done our best." "Come," cried Franklin once more.

"Let's get to the mouth of the _coulee_.

I know this place perfectly." And so, advancing and calling, and waiting while Sam fought the stubborn horses with lash and rein out of the shelter which they coveted.