The packages were soon ready, and the boys took them out and tied them in place. Over the top they spread the canvas to keep the snow out, and then they were ready. Barry looked around and then shook his head.
“It is beginning to snow harder and faster,” he said. “We’ll have to step right along.”
Leaving Fox Point behind them, the two boys started off through the woods toward Bluff Lodge, striding along as fast as they could. The snow was coming down hard, and before they had gone two miles it was blinding. The two chums said very little, but both of them were apprehensive as the sky grew darker and the whirling flakes more bewildering. Their clothing became white.
“We got into a good one this time,” Barry called to Kent, as they rounded a high rocky ledge.
“You’re right! Say, did we pass that ledge on the way to Fox Point?”
“I think so. Hang it all, I can hardly see anything.”
They pressed on, picturing the twins in the lodge with a warm and glowing fire to welcome them. The loaded sled was a trifle heavy owing to the opposition of the increasing depth of snow, and they relieved each other frequently.
They had traveled on for over a half-hour, peering through the storm and almost feeling their way, when Kent stopped and pointed.
“Look! There is that same ledge. We’ve come around in a complete circle!”
Barry nodded bitterly. “We have. I hate to admit it, but we’re just lost! And if you ask me, we’ve managed to get lost at a mighty serious time!”