“Any way at all, as long as you found it,” said Jack. “Here comes someone now.”
It proved to be Bert, who staggered up through the storm, himself almost a living snowball.
“Found anything?” he gasped, for he was quite “winded.”
“The road,” answered George.
“Where’s Tom?” asked Jack.
“Why, isn’t he with you?” asked Bert, in some surprise. “I haven’t seen anything of him.”
“He’s probably off searching for a highway,” said George, hopefully. “We’ll fire a few more shots.”
They fired more than a few, but received no response from Tom, and we well know the reason why, though his chums did not at the time.
“Well, what had we better do?” asked Jack, at length. “I’m about all in, and I guess you fellows feel about the same.”
“I would like something to eat,” admitted Bert.