"There'll be drifts twenty feet deep in the cutting, and it'll be like running into a house," said the guard, slowly, "but I suppose we've got to try, anyhow." He walked away thoughtfully to his van, and a moment later there was a shrill whistle, and the Lansdale local ran out into the night. And it _was_ a night! There was no moon, and not the least glimmer of a star overhead; an utter darkness shrouded the world. The wind was high and steady, and its mournful howling through the rocky cuttings of the railway sounded unspeakably melancholy. Driven by the gale, the snowflakes had in five minutes covered the windward side of the train with a winding-sheet, inches deep, and when Gus Todd, from curiosity, opened the window to peer out into the night, the flakes, heavy, large, and soft, whirled into the carriage a very cataract of snow. "Don't, Gus, please," pleaded Acton, looking up from his book in astonishment at the snow glittering in the lamp-light; "I prefer that outside, thanks." "It's an awful storm, Acton," said Gus, hastily drawing up the window. "Allah! how it snows!" "Is this up to the usual sample here?" asked Senior, nestling nearer the dozing Dick. "Well," said Acton, listening a moment to the stroke of the engine, and the roar of the wind, "I think we may say it is." "Blizzard seems nearer the word, old man. The flakes come at you like snowballs." "Shan't be sorry when we tread your ancestral halls. This weather is too-too for comfort. And don't we crawl!" "We're rising," said Acton, "and it is uphill work. Hear the old tank groaning?" In fact, the train, labouring up the heavy gradient, did barely more than crawl through the snow and wind, and the slow beat of the engine told how hard it was even to do that. Acton added thoughtfully, "We've quite four miles yet to the summit, and there's a chance we mayn't----" "Mayn't what, Acton, please?" said Grim, putting down his magazine. "Get there, Grimmy." "To the top? Oh, rot!" said Senior. "I can't quite remember such a crawl as this, Jack; listen how the engine coughs." "If we can't get to the top of the incline--what then?" asked Grim. "Go back, I should say." "To Lowbay?" "Yes. But while we _do_ crawl there's no need to fret." "That would mean goodbye for the present to your place, old man?" "Yes. 'Twould be a horrid nuisance, wouldn't it?" The Amorians listened anxiously to the engine toiling up the incline; but the howling of the wind almost drowned every other sound. The pace was still a crawl, but it was a steady one. "Oh! she'll worry through after all," said Acton. Hardly were the words out of his mouth when the train pulled up with a jerk that sent Senior and Grim flying forward into the unexpectant arms of the dozing Dick and Gus Todd. The luggage rattled out of the rack in instantaneous response, and whilst all the fellows were staring blankly at each other they heard the crunching of the brake, and felt that the train had come to a dead stop.