I reckon the wind kept some o' the spots on the river clear.

I know a good camping spot ten miles from here, and that will be just the place for us while you are huntin' around fer that money." "Then let us make that camping spot by all means," said Tom.

"We mustn't let Baxter get first whack at the treasure." It was eight o'clock when they started once more on their journey.

The air was dull and heavy, and the snow came down in thick flakes, which presently shut out the landscape on all sides.

Fortunately the wind had died down entirely, so it was not near so cold as it had been.
"It would be easy enough, if we could stick to the river all the way," remarked.