"Let us broil another steak, before the fire gets low," suggested the
doctor's son. "If it goes out on us we won't want to be without
something to eat?"

"That fire isn't going out--not if I know it. Why, it would be awful
to be left without a light, and without warmth. We might freeze to
death--if it got much colder!"

Another and larger steak was well cooked, and then the boys set to
work to gather a generous supply of firewood, breaking and cutting it
as best they could. This was hard work, but it kept them warm, and
neither complained.

"I suppose Snap and Giant are worrying about our not getting back,"
said Whopper. "I hope they don't come out to look for us."

After they had cut all the wood they wanted, they sat down again by
the fire. Both boys were very tired, yet the strangeness of their
situation kept them awake for several hours. They watched the snow, as
it came down as thickly as ever, and listened to the shrieking of the
wind as it tore through the trees on the top of the cliff.

"Do you think more of the trees will come down?" questioned Whopper.

"I am sure I don't know," was Shep's reply.

At last both boys began to blink and stretch themselves, and then
Whopper said they had better go to sleep.