We can't stand here and be frozen to death.
Perhaps we'll find some of the fellows sent back to look for us.
Get a hustle on now."
He set the pace, and they followed with a speed that under other
conditions they would not have thought possible.
But fast as they went, the snow and the darkness came faster, and
despite all their efforts they were not able to find where the
paths diverged. Everywhere was one bleak wilderness of snow. Soon
they had all lost the path they were following and found
themselves floundering through the woods among the tree trunks.
There was no use in going further, for in the dense darkness they
were quite as likely to be going away from their comrades as
toward them, and at last Frank called a halt.
"The storm's got us, fellows," he declared, with a forced laugh
that had little mirth in it.
"All my fault," remarked Bart gloomily. "I guess I'm a Jonah, I
picked out the wrong moment to take a tumble. Now we're in a fine
mess."
"We've been in worse," said Billy cheerily, "and pulled through
them just the same."
"That's the way to talk!" exclaimed Frank heartily, giving Billy a
slap on the back.
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