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was not a pleasant outlook, stuck in a deep hollow on the road with the snow coming down furiously. Already the ground was covered to the depth of a foot or more, and around the heavily-laden wagon a drift was forming which soon reached above the axles.

"We must do something, that's certain," muttered Matt, as he sprang to Billy's head for at least the fifth time. "Come, old fellow, can't you stir it up a bit?"

Andy ran to the back of the wagon and placed his shoulder against the case there strapped on. But though the two and Billy, the horse, did their best, the auction wagon remained where it was.

"It's no use," groaned Andy, as he stopped to catch his breath. "We are stuck as hard as if we were planted here, and it looks as if we would have to remain here for some time."

"We must move on," returned Matt desperately.