It was no easy matter to mount to the top of the cliff which at this point was at least fifteen feet over their heads. But Jack finally made it, and was followed by Spouter and Gif.
Here, however, the view was no better than from below—the thickly falling snow hiding the landscape on every side. Night was coming on and it was growing colder, and the boys could not help but shiver.
"I guess the best thing we can do it to try to make ourselves comfortable for the night," remarked Jack.
"How can we make ourselves comfortable without anything to eat?" questioned Spouter.
"We've got the game. We can start a fire and cook some of that."
"And besides, you must remember we have the things we bought at Henryville," said Gif.
The three rejoined the others, and the question of what to do was put to the younger Rovers. Fred and Andy declared they could not tramp much further, and at once agreed that it would be best to try to make themselves comfortable for the night.
"It looks as if there might be some kind of shelter under those fallen cedars," said Randy. "Hanging down from the top of the cliff, they form a sort of lean-to."
"I was thinking of that," said Jack. "Let us get under them and investigate."
"Beware of more wildcats," cautioned Andy.