"Only from the last cliff. I landed in a tree and then some bushes, and got pretty well scratched. But come on, if you're able, and we'll look for Tom."
"What's that bundle you have strapped to your back?"
"I brought a little food along, in case we had to stay down here until to-morrow."
"I see. Wait, we'll light a torch first—we can't do much in the dark."
Dry brushwood was to be had in plenty, and the boys not only lit torches, but also made a fire, to light up the scene all around them Then they set off on their hunt, going up and down the base of the cliff for several hundred feet. It was now snowing so furiously that progress was difficult.
"We'll be snowed in, that's certain," remarked Sam, as they moved about, swinging their torches to the right and left.
"I don't care—if only we find Tom, and he isn't seriously hurt," returned his brother.
"But it's no fool of a thing, to be snow-bound in Alaska, Dick! I've heard of miners being starved to death—not being able to get anywhere for food!"
"Yes, I've heard of that, too. But do you want to give up this hunt for Tom?"
"Indeed not! I'll stick it out no matter what comes!" answered Sam, quickly.