"I'm rememberin', now, Si built a tilt handy by here," he suddenly
exclaimed.
"A tilt!" Grenfell was sceptical. "I've been going up and down this
coast for twenty years and I never heard of a tilt near here."
"He built un last fall. I thinks, now, I could find un," Will
suggested.
"Find it if you can," urged Grenfell hopefully. "Where is it?"
"'Tis in a bunch of trees, somewheres handy."
"Is there a stove in it?"
"I'm not knowin' that. I'll try to find un and see."
They had retreated to the edge of the forest. Will disappeared among
the trees, and Grenfell and the others waited. It was still six hours
to daylight, and to stand inactive for six hours in the storm and
biting cold would have been perilous if not fatal.
Presently Will's shout came out of the forest, rising above the road
of wind:
"Ti-l-t and St-o-ve!"
They followed Will's voice, bumping against trees, groping through
flying snow and darkness, and quickly came upon Will and the tilt.
There was indeed, to their great joy, a stove in it. There was also a
supply of dry wood, all cut and piled ready for use.
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