“The signboard said it was,” Bert reminded him.
“I can’t help that. I believe we’re wrong again—lost!”
“Lost—again!” echoed Jack. “Lost in this wilderness!”
“It does begin to look so,” admitted Tom slowly. “Where’s that dog?”
[CHAPTER XIX]
THE CAPTURE
Towser had run off again, on one of his attempts to wiggle through a drift. A shrill whistle from Tom brought him back again, however, sneezing because some snow had gotten up his nose and into his mouth.
“Towser, you old rascal!” Tom exclaimed. “Why don’t you lead us back to camp?”
“Or to Sam Wilson’s,” added Bert. “That would be good enough on a pinch, until we get straightened out. Home, old fellow! Wilson’s farm! Lead the way!”