All the house had running water drawn from some reservoir in the mountains.
John had seen such luxurious camps as this in the Adirondacks in his own country, and there were many others scattered about the mountains of Europe, but he was very grateful now to find such a refuge for Julie.
Again he realized how fortunate they had been to arrive so early.

As he looked from an upper window he saw that the storm was driving with tremendous fury.

Even behind the huge logs he heard the wind roaring and thundering, and now and then, through the thick glass of the windows, he caught a glimpse of a young pine torn up by its roots and whirled past.
Where was Muller, the forester, who had charge of the lodge and who lived there, and what kind of a man was he?
It was the only question that was troubling him now.

If he did not come soon he could not come that night, nor perhaps the next day.

The snowfall was immense, with every sign of heavy continuance, and by morning it certainly would lie many feet deep on the mountain.