were scarcely distinguishable through the
smoke-like discharges, "it can't be worse than here."

The driver did not speak, but the other passenger craned over his back,
and said explanatorily:--

"I reckon ye don't know these storms; this kind o' dry snow don't stick
and don't clog. Look!"

Indeed, between the volleys, Masterton could see that the road was
perfectly bare and wind-swept, and except slight drifts and banks beside
outlying bushes and shrubs,--which even then were again blown away
before his eyes,--the level landscape was unclothed and unchanged. Where
these mysterious snow pellets went to puzzled and confused him; they
seemed to vanish, as they had appeared, into the air about them.

"I'd make a straight rush for the next station," said the other
passenger confidently to the driver. "If we're stuck, we're that much on
the way; if we turn back now, we'll have to take the grade anyway when
the storm's over, and neither you nor I know when THAT'll be. It may be
only a squall just now, but it's gettin' rather late in the season. Just
pitch in and drive all ye know."

The driver laid his lash on the horses, and for a few moments the heavy
vehicle dashed forward in violent conflict with the storm. At times the
elastic hickory framework of its domed leather roof swayed and bent like
the ribs of an umbrella; at times it seemed as if it would be lifted
bodily off; at times the whole interior of the vehicle was filled with a
thin smoke by drifts through every cranny. But presently, to Masterton's
great relief, the interminable level seemed to end, and between the
whitened blasts he could see that the road was descending. Again the
horses were urged forward, and at last he could feel that the vehicle
began to add the momentum of its descent to its conflict with the storm.
The blasts grew less violent, or became only the natural resistance of
the air to their dominant rush. With the cessation of the snow volleys
and the clearing of the atmosphere, the road became more strongly
defined as it plunged downward to a terrace on the mountain flank,
several hundred feet below. Presently they came again upon a thicker
growth of bushes, and here and there a solitary fir. The wind died away;
the cold seemed to be less bitter. Masterton, in his relief, glanced
smilingly at his companions on the box, but the driver's mouth was
compressed as he urged his team forward, and the other passenger looked
hardly less anxious. They w