Trojan bully and wily Greek wrestled in the winds, and the great pines in the canyon seemed to bow to the wrath of the son of Peleus.

Mr.Oakhurst listened with quiet satisfaction.
Most especially was he interested in the fate of "Ash-heels," as the Innocent persisted in denominating the "swift-footed Achilles." So with small food and much of Homer and the accordion, a week passed over the heads of the outcasts.

The sun again forsook them, and again from leaden skies the snowflakes were sifted over the land.

Day by day closer around them drew the snowy circle, until at last they looked from their prison over drifted walls of dazzling white that towered twenty feet above their heads.

It became more and more difficult to replenish their fires, even from the fallen trees beside them, now half-hidden in the drifts.