Nobody answered that question. They were undoubtedly lost, and what was to be done about it was a serious problem.
CHAPTER XXI
A NIGHT UNDER THE CLIFF
"One thing is sure," said Jack presently. "We can't stand out here in this snowstorm all night."
"Let's go on at least a short distance further," broke in Spouter.
"Maybe we'll come to some sort of trail that Gif will recognize," put in Randy.
"I'm getting dead tired. I can't tramp more than a mile or two further," said Fred.
"I don't believe any of us care to go any such distance as that, Fred," returned Jack kindly. "Here, give me your gun. I'll carry it for you," for it was plainly to be seen the youngest Rover was becoming exhausted.
All were tired out from their skate and their tramp, and climbing among the rough rocks covered with snow was by no means easy.