entirely. Then the house was opened and they went forth, and the man in charge busied himself with his sheep. Two of the animals had died from the cold, and one had been trampled to death in the huddling together to keep warm.
"Thank fortune, the horses are all right," said Roger, after an inspection.
With the coming of comparatively good weather they watched eagerly for the return of the exploring party. The sheep-station keeper pointed out to them where the mountain trails ran and told them the party must come by way of one of them, for to descend in any other manner would be impossible.
"I really can't see how they are going to get down in such a snow," was Dave's comment. "Why, in some places it must be ten feet deep or more."
"The wind has swept some places clear," was Granbury Lapham's answer. "As far as possible they'll stick to those cleared spots."
"It must be fearfully slippery," said Roger. "And if any of them takes a tumble" He did not finish.
The day was coming to a close when Dave, who was still on the watch, uttered a shout.
"I see somebody, up on yonder trail!" he cried. "One, two, three of them!"
"Only three?" queried Granbury Lapham.
