Soon it poured, and the downfall kept coming all night long.

It was still raining heavily when the new day came.

That warm rainstorm lasted until nearly evening of the second day.

With every hour of continued rain some of the snow vanished.
"We're going to lose the last bit of the good white stuff," predicted Tom gloomily.
When the rain ceased at last the prophecy was verified.

Throughout the forest the recent "big snow" was visible only in small patches here and there.
"The best part of our good time is gone," grumbled Dan.
"Have you fellows been watching the state of provisions lately, I wonder ?" asked Dick.
"What about 'em ?" demanded Harry.
"Well, just look over the stock." "We've enough for two days yet, haven't we ?" "I don't believe what we have will last us through to-morrow," Dick went on.