fallen trees.

"Well, if we have got to seek shelter, this place may prove as good as
any," observed Whopper. "It's warmer under the rocks, and we can use
some of these tree branches for a fire."

"Yes, we must have a fire," answered the doctor's son, who did not
relish the darkness. He wondered what they would be able to do should
wolves attack them, but did not mention this to his companion.

Dropping their load in the snow, they felt their way between the
trees, and then broke off some of the small branches for firewood.
They got the driest they could find.

"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" came suddenly from Whopper.

"What's up?"

"I haven't a single match! Have you any?"

In haste Shep felt in his pocket. There were two matches there, but
one felt as if it was no good.

"I've got two, but one feels as if the top was off," he announced.

"For gracious sake, don't let the good one go out, Shep! Here, I've
got an old letter in my pocket. Light that first."

The doctor's son felt in his other pockets and brought forth part of
an old railroad timetable. The papers were bunched together and held