Struggling like a fish he first kicked his feet free, and Wabi, who had thrust out his head and shoulders, shrieked with laughter as he saw only Rod's boots sticking out of the snow.
"You're going the wrong way, Rod!" he shouted.

"Wow--wow!" He seized his companion's legs and helped to drag him out, and then stood shaking, the tears streaming down his face, and continued to laugh until he leaned back in the drift, half exhausted.

Rod was a curious and ludicrous-looking object.

His eyes were wide and blinking; the snow was in his ears, his mouth, and in his floundering he had packed his coat collar full of it.

Slowly he recovered from his astonishment, saw Wabi and Mukoki quivering with laughter, grinned--and then joined them in their merriment.
It was not difficult now for the boys to force their way through the drift and they were soon standing waist-deep in the snow twenty yards from the cabin.
"The snow is only about four feet deep in the open," said Wabi.