“They may be out on the lake yet,” he said.
“Can we not signal them?” inquired Tom.
“How?” asked Will.
“A light—a fire.”
Will reflected deeply. Then he decided on a course that might be of some utility in guiding Jack and Hugo to the hut.
He ordered Tom to wrap himself up closely and take the blubber lamp outside the hut.
He was to keep feeding it freely, so as to make as much flame as possible and shade it from the wind and snow.
Will himself had ventured on an exploit that was fraught with peril.
“You remain here with the light as long as you can stand the cold,” he said.
“You think Jack and Hugo are this side of the cliffs?”