“Let’s get down more in a hollow,” suggested Fenn. “We’re on a hill here and get the full force of the wind. If we go on a bit we may find a better place.”
“Good idea!” exclaimed Bart. “Come on, fellows!”
He seized hold of the sled rope and began to pull, the others joining him. There was no choice of direction, so they turned to get the wind on their backs.
With grim perseverance they kept on. The wind seemed fairly to carry them forward, though it was hard to struggle through the drifts they encountered every once in a while. As they had no particular path to take, they avoided the big hummocks of snow as much as they could.
“I’ll have to stop!” declared Fenn, after a bit of hard pulling. “My wind’s giving out!”
“I wish the wind up above would,” murmured Bart as he tried to peer through the clouds of flakes to see where they were.
“Let’s stay here,” suggested Fenn. “If we’ve got to camp in the storm this place is as good as any.”
“That’s what I say,” remarked Frank. “This seems to be well sheltered.”
There came a momentary let-up to the gale. The snow did not seem to fall so thickly and the boys eagerly looked around them.
“There’s something over that way!” cried Ned, pointing to the left. “It looked like a barn or house. Let’s try for it!”