"What was that?" demanded Mr. Porter.
"Somebody calling, I think." Dave ran out of the hollow and looked upward through the falling snow. "Who calls?" he yelled, at the top of his lungs.
"It is I, Granbury Lapham, and I have my brother and the others with me. Is that you, Porter?"
"Yes."
"Have you found your father?"
"Yes."
"How is he?" came in another voice—the voice of Philip Lapham.
"He is hurt a little, but not much."
"I'll be all right if I can only get out of here," called Mr. Porter, coming out so that he could look up the cliff. "We've been having our own troubles with two bears and a pack of wolves."
"We thought there must be trouble—by the shots fired," said Granbury Lapham. "That's why we started out in the darkness." He waved a torch in the air. "Can you see us?"