"Those boys ought to be more careful," said Snap, as he watched Giant and Whopper plunge along after the wounded duck.
"Well, you told them to beware of holes," answered Shep.
The two ducks that had been killed were picked up and put in the game-bags, and then Snap and Shep started to follow their comrades, but at a more moderate rate of speed.
"Hark! they are calling for help!" exclaimed the leader of the Gun
Club, a moment later.
"They are in a hole!" said the doctor's son. "Look, I can just see their heads!"
"We must help them out! My! how the wind is blowing!"
The increase in wind was rapid and by the time Snap and Shep drew close to where Whopper and Giant were still floundering, it carried the loose snow around in a perfect whirlwind.
"Can't you crawl out?" asked Snap, coming as close as he dared.
"Every time we try we seem to sink deeper!" gasped Giant.
"Then keep still and I'll aid you," answered the leader of the Gun
Club. "Come, Shep."