The boys hid in their snowfort, which was just as well because when the yeti struggled to life it kicked up a fearsome amount of snow.
The snow has turned to drizzle. If there's a freeze tonight, the yeti will become the Tuckahoe Ice Man. (I suppose if I'd built it on 38th Street, the locals would call it a golem and enlist it in their ongoing seige of Castle 1526.)