Hughes returned, mantled with snow, and, as the door opened, the howl of the storm swept by.
"No better outside ?" "Lord, no! Worse, if anything.

Wind more east, sweepin' the snow up the valley.

We 'll be plum shet up in an hour, I reckon.

Hosses all right, though." In the silence they could hear the fierce beating against the door, the shrieking of the storm-fiend encompassing them about..