"I'm trying to puzzle out about directions. Of course, the mountain is west of the town, for the sun sets behind it, so we ought to go east to get back, and we must go down-hill instead of up."
"But we might go down-hill and go north or south."
"When the sun rises, we can see that and travel toward the east."
"We can do that unless——" Mary Lee's courage was beginning to ooze out and she gave a little frightened sob.
"What, Mary Lee?" Phil began to stroke her hand in boyish fashion.
"Unless the bears or wildcats get us before then," she sobbed outright.
Phil had thought of this, but had not mentioned it. "They shall not get us," he declared. "They are not going to. Father will find us before long."
"How can he?"
"He can, and he will," said Phil confidently. "Father can do anything he sets out to do."
This was somewhat comforting, though it did not keep out the cold which was growing more and more evident every moment and presently both children were shivering.