“We’ll follow the river,” Fred decided, “because if we get back in the country we might get lost.”
Fred was a very comforting person to have around when things didn’t go right, Polly thought, trudging after him. He could always think of something to do, and his plans were usually good. Instead of being undecided, or standing around in the teeth of the wind while he thought of what they should do, he kept them moving, and moving was so much better than standing still. You felt as though you were going toward help, at least.
“Do you see anything over there, Ward?” Fred shouted, suddenly, breaking in on Polly’s thoughts.
“Where?” cried Ward, peering through the whirling film of snow.
“There—across the river,” answered Fred, pointing.
Ward stared. Yes, the dim outlines of a building certainly could be seen.
“It’s a house!” shouted Fred. “We’ll have to cross over.”
“I hope they have some kind of a fire. I’m almost frozen stiff!” muttered Margy.
CHAPTER XXII
CAUGHT IN A STORM
The boys helped the three girls down the bank and, slipping and sliding, they made their way across the river to the other side. Scrambling up this bank, they found the building was further back than they had supposed.