He was cold and tired, and the worst part of the journey must yet be made.

Looking at his watch he resigned himself to wait, and leaned back with eyes closed against the wall while a wet dog crouched at his feet.

An hour or two passed and then Tom got up.
"Snow's takin' off," he said.

"We must try it." Kit, pulling himself together, went out and faced the storm.

The snow was thinner, but the wind had not dropped and buffeted him savagely as he struggled through a drift to the fold.