"We'll have to rustle some grub for them, of course," answered
Frank. "Haven't they got any food with them?"
"A few hunks of bread and cheese," answered Tom, "but not nearly
enough to go around. We'll have to give them some of our rations,
I suppose, though we made quite a hole in them last night and
there isn't very much left."
"Well, we'll divide up with them as long as we have any," said
Frank, "though I know mighty well they wouldn't do it with us if
the case were reversed."
"You bet they wouldn't," answered Tom, "I've been a prisoner in
their hands, and I know what I'm talking about."
They made coffee and distributed food, giving to their prisoners
as much as they ate themselves. Then Frank lined up the prisoners
and directed them to go ahead in the general direction he pointed
out, warning them sternly that he would not hesitate to shoot at
the least sign of resistance or any attempt to escape.
The storm had ceased, although a bitter wind was still blowing and
heaping the snow in drifts. Still this had some advantages, for
while it piled the snow deep in places it swept other spots almost
clean and they made fairly rapid progress.
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