the woods with the young hunter, he said to them:
"Don't go far away from Snow Lodge tomorrow, boys."
"Why not?" asked Bert.
"Because I think we're in for a big storm, and you might easily get lost again. Unless I'm mistaken, it's going to snow hard before morning."
Henry Burdock proved a true weather prophet, for when the Bobbseys and the others got up the next morning the ground was covered with a mantle of newly-fallen snow, and more was sifting down from the clouds. The wind, too, was blowing fiercely.
"It's going to be a bad storm," said Mr. Bobbsey, looking out after breakfast. "Luckily we have plenty of wood and plenty to eat."
The wind howled around Snow Lodge while the white flakes came down thicker and faster.
"Maybe we'll be snowed in," said Nan.
"That would be fun!" cried Bert.
