"There he goes!" yelled Jack Wumble, and pointed down to where the torch could be seen whirling around and around. Soon it was hidden from view by the snow.
"Dick! Dick!" yelled Sam. "Are you safe?"
A yell came back, but what was said those above could not make out. Sam's face went white, and he looked inquiringly at Jack Wumble.
"Where do you suppose he went to?" asked Ike Furner.
Wumble shook his head.
"Don't know, unless he slid clar down to the valley," he returned. "This is certainly the wust yet."
"I'm going down after him," said Sam, bravely.
"Be careful, lad, it may cost ye your life."
"I don't care—I'm going to find Dick—and Tom, too."
The youngest Rover was just worked up enough to be reckless. And when Sam got that way nothing could hold him back.