They'll come back when they're ready." With every moment the snow came down more thickly, and the wind grew toward a gale.
"If it's going to be a storm, I'd better lay in some more wood." At the cost of great pain and labour, he dragged within reach of the cave a number of dead trees.

He was disgusted to find his stock of provisions rather low.
"I wish I'd eaten less," he grumbled.

"If I'm in for a three days' storm, and it looks like that, my grub will run out.

I'll have a cup of tea to-night and save the grub for to-morrow." As he was busy with these preparations, a sudden darkness fell on the valley.

A strange sound like a muffled roaring came up the ravine.