"Well, the journey can't come to an end any too soon for me," said the woman. "Land sakes alive! if I had known what we were to go through with, I'd never 'a' started in the wide world."
"We want to make the most of the clear weather," said Bob. "Unless I miss my guess, it is going to snow again before very long."
"Right you are," answered Josiah Socket. "The hull air is full o' snow."
Half a mile more was covered, and Bob and Mark were still by the side of the mule, when the latter suddenly looked back.
"Where is Si?" he cried.
"Si? Isn't he here?" came from Mark.
"I don't see him."
"Neither do I!"
"What's the matter, boys?" called out Maybe Dixon, turning back.
"We can't see Si," answered the former sailor lad.