Lenox knew enough about prairie blizzards to prevent him from
trying to find our way home through this one. On the open plains,
where the wind has full sweep, a blizzard is a thing to be dreaded.
Though we had to face the storm to ride back to the glen, it was
the safest thing to do, for we were not far away, and we should find
shelter there. With our heads down, and sharp scraps of ice beating
on our saddles, we urged our ponies along. Suddenly we caught sight
of a great moving mass coming on with the storm. It was the immense
flock of sheep, that had stampeded before the blizzard, and were
drifting along across the prairie. Lenox stood up in his stirrups,
and shouted to Coonie:

"'Ride over there, and we'll turn them into the glen!'

"Coonie understood in a second, and so did I. Unless we could drive
the sheep into shelter, undoubtedly the whole number would perish in
the storm. Lenox thrust Jap's bridle into my hand, and dashed ahead.
In a few minutes he and Coonie had succeeded in turning the leaders
towards the entrance of the creek, and after them swept the rest of
the flock. We followed into the sheltered glen, and, dismounting
from our ponies, found a nook under a projecting piece of rock.
There were some tree-stumps about, and Lenox set to work to chop
them with his axe, and soon made a roaring fire. How glad I was that
Aunt Frances had made me bring the wrap! I should have been frozen
without it. Even by the fireside the air was bitter. What must it be
like out in the open prairie, we wondered? We had not sat long in
our sheltered nook before we heard voices, and two figures, covered
with ice and snow, made their appearance leading horses. They
staggered to our camp-fire, half exhausted by the violence of the
storm. Though his hair and his beard were white with snow, we had no
difficulty in recognizing Spanish Lu. He thawed for a little, and
then spoke to his herdsman.

"'The sheep!' he gasped.

"'They're all here,' answered Lenox in triumph. 'We saw them, and
turned them into the creek.'

"Spanish Lu stared at us as if he could hardly believe his eyes.

"'You kids! You turned the whole herd?'

"I expect he felt pretty grateful, for, if it hadn't been for Lenox
and Coonie, several thousand of his sheep would certainly have been
lost, and, as it was, they wer