noon
The next morning the sun peeped in at us through the long trunks of the pines , and Ollie soon discovered that the wind was from the south . `` Unless it turns cold again , this will fix the snow , '' said Jack . He was right , and it soon began to thaw . By noon the little stream in the gulch was a torrent , and before night patches of bare ground began to appear . We decided not to attempt to leave camp that day , but the next morning saw us headed back along the tortuous road . In two hours we were again on the main trail . Just as we turned in , Eugene Brooks came along , having also been delayed by the snow , though the fall where he was had not been nearly so great .