CHAPTER XXII
THE HIDEOUT
Helen had drawn close to her chum and they sat upon the pile of leaves that had blown into this lair under the bank, with their arms about each other's waists.
"What do you suppose will become of us, Ruthie?" Helen whispered.
"Why, how can we tell? Maybe the boys and Long Jerry are searching for us right now"
"In this dreadful storm? Impossible!' declared Helen.
"Well, that they will search for us as soon as it holds up, we can be sure," Ruth rejoined.
"But, in the meantime? They may be hours finding us. And I am sure I would not know how to start for Snow Camp, if the storm should stop."
"Quite true, Helen."
"We won't an-n-ny of us start for Snow Camp again!" quavered Lluella Fairfax. "We'll be frozen dead—that's what'll happen to us."
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