"Bad!" replies the man. "They can't get a locomotive or relief train to us till to-morrow. They'll have to pick and shovel their way through a lot of drifts." "Meantime we have nothing to eat!" grumbles the captain. "Oh," remarks the conductor, "they telegraphed me this morning that they would send up provisions in sleighs. Some teamsters will bring them up. They ought to be due here to-night. They can make the eighteen miles, I reckon, in nine hours." "There is no danger of a train coming from the other way to bring more hungry people?" asks Lawrence earnestly. "Oh, no!" answers the operator. "That's all fixed. I heard Evanston telegraph Green River this morning, for all passenger trains bound west to be held at that point--they can feed them there--and all freight to be stopped at Bridger." "You are sure?" "Certain!--the order was from Hilliard, the train dispatcher of this division. There's only one passenger train side-tracked at Granger, and a freight switched off at Carter and another at Bridger, between us and Green River." "Very well!" says Lawrence. "Have you got anything to eat?" "You're welcome to the best I can do, Cap," replies the man of the wire, who knows Harry by sight, as most of the employees of the road do. But the best that Lawrence can obtain for his sweetheart is some pork and beans, and some bread made of middlings. These he wraps up in an old newspaper--nothing else being handy--and turns to go, but pauses a moment, and says: "Haven't you got any tea, or coffee, or something of that kind?" "Tea," cries the operator. "I can accommodate you!" So, laden with a small package of this ladies' delight, the Captain leaves the log cabin, which is the only house at Aspen, and does duty as a telegraph office, and trudging back through the snow, brings comfort and happiness to Erma, who has grown so hungry in the chill night air that she has almost repented of her generosity. Buck Powers accommodates her with boiling water, and the Captain would leave her to her meal, but she suddenly stops him and cries: "What have you had to eat?" "Oh, don't mind me," says Harry. "But I do--you have tramped through the snow for my comfort; Besides, I must take care of you--because----" "Why?" "Oh, well, you know "--a big blush--"what I told you to-day! If you remember--take tea with me!" "With pleasure, if you put it on that ground!" laughs Harry, who is desperately hungry, and when he has fallen to, forgets himself, and eats a good deal more than his share, though they both enjoy the meal. But just at this moment there is a cry outside, and a faint hurrah from the negro porter inside. It is the arrival of the teamsters, who have come, bringing with them comfort and provisions, and everybody is now in the land of plenty, though it is a very rough plenty. Looking at them, Lawrence wonders why so many men have come with the relief sleighs; but is told they brought them along to help the teams through the drifts.