present situation. The minutes dragged by with funereal slowness. Lluella began to sob, and the most cheerful of the party could not keep up her spirits indefinitely.
"Oh, but we'll be all right, I am sure!" quoth Madge. "Don't get down-hearted, girls."
Helen broke down next and declared that she could not remain idle any longer. "We must move out of this," she said. "We must find our way back. Why, they might come this way hunting for us and never find us—go right by the tree. We ought to get outside and shout, at least."
"Don't let's leave this warm shelter," begged Ruth. "It will be really serious if we move farther from the regular camp instead of toward it."
"But we cannot hear any rescue party shouting for us, nor can they hear us under this drift," insisted Helen.
"Then we'll go out, one at a time, and shout," declared Ruth. "Let me try."
She sprang up and pushed her way through the drift at the mouth of their burrow. Not until she was standing outside did she realize the extent of the storm. The snow was swept across the country in a thick and heavy curtain, with a wind driving it, against which she knew she could not stand.
