It was followed by a second, this time quicker and stronger, blowing from the northwest and sending the snow a-scurry in a slanting fog of flakes past the flames of the torches.
He studied this change for a moment, then sought out Carrigan.
"Time to make a break for cover," he announced.

"Wind is coming and the devil will be to pay when once it picks up all this loose snow." "Well, we're about at a standstill, anyway," was the reply.

"I'll have the crews draw the scrapers and plows off at one side where we can get at them.

I had a spare horse tent put at the disposal of the Mexicans, and have had men in both camps piling baled hay all evening around the big tents for windbreaks.

We'll issue extra blankets and crowd the crews into the shacks and mess quarters where there are stoves." "What about water if our pipe freezes ?" "Then the horses will eat snow like the range ponies, I guess--and the rest of us, too." At that he went off to order the work stopped, as did Bryant.