CHAPTER XXVII.
THE SNOW STORM.
The longer the intensely absorbed and excited Jack and the boys gazed at the distant object that had attracted their attention the more distinct did it become.
“It is certainly a sled, and it is coming this way!” exclaimed Will.
“Yes, we must try and reach the plain,” said Jack.
He was about to descend as they had come, for the only way to carry out his plan was to go around some distance to where the cliffs were lower, when he paused.
The moving objects on the snow seemed suddenly to blend into a confused mass.
The sled and its driver mysteriously disappeared from view, while the dogs were flung in the air and then seemed to stand stationary.
“What has happened?” asked Tom, breathlessly.
“A break in the ice. The sled and its unfortunate driver have gone down. Oh, if we were near enough to give him help!”