"How long do these blizzards generally last, Sam ?" "Blow themselves out in about three days." "Three days?
God! We can never live it out here." His eyes ranged over the dim outline of Wade stretched across the saddle, powdered with snow, rested an instant upon Carroll who had sunk back upon the ground, nursing his injured limb, and then sought the face of Wasson.
"What the hell can we do ?" "Go on; thet's all of it; go on till we drop, lad.

Come, 'Brick,' my boy," and the scout gripped the Sergeant's shoulder, "you 're not the kind to lie down.

We 've been in worse boxes than this and pulled out.
It 's up to you and me to make good.

Let's crunch some hard-tack and go on, afore the whole three of us freeze stiff." The Sergeant thrust out his hand.
"That isn't what's taken the nerve out of me, Sam," he said soberly.
"It's thinking of the girl out in all this with those devils." "Likely as not she ain't," returned the other, tramping the snow under his feet.

"I 've been thinkin' 'bout thet too.