"If he goes on another ram-page I won't ramble, I'll run."
"Say, this joke has too many ram-ifications for me, let us drop it," said Dave, and with a merry laugh both lads changed the subject.
The hours dragged by slowly. At noon they took their time eating a meal that all hands prepared. Fortunately they had with them a few canned goods, which gave them something of a change in their diet.
When night came again the wind arose once more. But now the house was so completely buried in the snow that it was scarcely touched. Dave was worn out and slept soundly, and the others did not awaken him until nearly nine o'clock.
"Any news?" was his first question on arising.
"Nothing," answered Granbury Lapham. "Porter, I am growing worried," he added, seriously.
"I think we have good cause to worry, Mr. Lapham. It is no joke to be out on a mountain top in such weather as this."
"The man here tells me there are several shelters up there, one built between the rocks where the wind cannot touch it. But for all that I am worried."
"Do you suppose they have enough food with them?"
