"Have you seen the girls, Jerry?" cried Tom Cameron.
"Bless us!" gasped the tall guide. "You don't mean that any of them gals is out of bounds?"
"All she of them went into the woods—toward the north—about two hours ago. They went on snowshoes," said Tom.
The three woodsmen said never a word, but standing there in the driving snow, at the heads of the horses, they looked at each other for some moments.
"Well," said Jerry, at last, and without commenting further on Tom's statement; "we'd best put up the horses and then see what's to be done."
"To the north, Tom?" said his father, brokenly. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, sir. I am sure of it."
"Is there any house in that direction—within reasonable distance, Jerry?' asked the gentleman.
"God bless us, sir!" gasped the guide. "I don't know of one betwixt here and the Canadian line. The wind is coming now from the northwest. If they are trying to get back to the camp they'll be drifted towards the southeast and miss us altogether."
"Don't say that, Jerry!" gasped Tom. "We
