"Why, the snow will drown out your fire in half an hour," scoffed Isadore. "And there isn't so much dry fuel."
"I know where there is plenty of wood—and shelter, too!" cried Ruth, suddenly.
"So do I. At the lodge," scoffed Belle.
"No. Nearby. Tom and I were just talking about it. Up that ravine yonder is the place where I fell over the cliff. And Jerry's cave is right there—one end of it."
"A cave!" ejaculated Helen. "That would be bully."
"If only we could have a good fire and get dry and warm again," quoth Lluella, her teeth already chattering.
"I believe that would be best," admitted Madge Steele. "We never could get back to the lodge through this snow. The shore is so rough."
"We can travel on the ice," ventured Ann Hicks, doubtfully.
"And get turned around," put in Tom. "Easiest thing in the world to get lost out there on that ice without a compass and in such a whirlwind of snow. Ruth's right. Let's try to find the cave."
"I'm game!" exclaimed Heavy. "Why, with all this fish we could live a week in a cave. It would be bully."