Crawl up there in between those drifts, and look over.

Keep down low, you fool." The two men wriggled slowly forward, smothered in the snowdrift, until Hughes' eyes barely topped the surface.

Hamlin lay outstretched a foot below, watchful for the slightest sign of treachery.

The cowman stared up the depression, blinking his eyes in the snow glare.

The impatient Sergeant gripped his arm.
"Well, what is it?
Are they coming ?" "You bet, an' about dead, from the looks of 'em.