"But that you are thoroughly happy as a plainsman, Bill, I should say you had made a mistake," answered Vipan, in whom the other's story seemed to have touched a sympathetic chord. "Otherwise the man who sacrifices wealth--beggars himself for a principle--is a consummate ass, and deserves all he condemns himself to; that is, a lifetime spent in regretting it," he added, with an unwonted bitterness. "But never mind that," resuming his normal tone. "When the snow melts we'll go down and prospect Burntwood Creek, and as it's unlucky--deuced unlucky--to discount one's successes beforehand, we'll just dismiss the subject out of hand until then. Meanwhile, life being uncertain, we'll _cache_ the cipher in some snug place in case anything should happen to me." Three months went by. All the rigours of winter had set in upon the Black Hills. Everywhere the snow lay in an unbroken sheet, attaining in many places such prodigious depths as almost to bury the brakes and thickets of a shorter growth. The dark foliage of the great pines afforded some relief from the dazzling whiteness around, but even that was almost concealed by the huge masses of snow which had there effected lodgment. And here and there a mighty cliff of red sandstone stood forth from the surrounding snow, its face half draped with glistening icicles. But the weather was glorious, and the air as exhilarating as champagne. The peaks, shining like frosted silver, rearing their heads to the ever-cloudless blue--that marvellous combination of subtle shades of the richest azure, tempered with green, which is produced by contrast with a snow-enshrouded earth--the smooth face of each great precipice, frowning beneath its brow of dark and bristling pines; the muffled roar of the mountain torrent struggling for freedom, far down under its successively imprisoning layers of ice; the wild cry of bird or beast, even more at fault in the icebound rigours of its native waste than its artificial enemy, man--all this went to make up an engraving from the scenes of Nature in her winter magnificence, in all her savage primeval beauty, in her unsurpassable and most stately grandeur. In the midst of it all our two friends were thoroughly comfortable. They trapped a good deal and hunted occasionally. Many a valuable fur of silver fox and marten and beaver were added to their stores, and the thick coat of the great white wolf, and the tawny one of the cougar, or mountain lion. Two grizzlies of gigantic size also bit the dust--the redoubted "Old Ephraim" standing no chance whatever before the rifles of two such dead shots--while deer, both black-tailed and red, unable to make much running in the deep snow, fell an easy prey.