"You'll have us in the snow with the sled on top of us!"
"Git along there, Mary and John!" cried the young driver. "Git along!" and he cracked his whip, and soon the team had pulled the boxsled from the rocks, and then going became better.
"We ought to be coming to a signboard soon," declared Gif a few minutes later. "I remember there used to be one on the road, pointing to a number of camps north of this place."
In a few minutes they came to the spot he had mentioned, but to his disappointment there was no signboard to be seen.
"Someone must have taken it down, or else it fell of itself," he remarked.
"Are you quite sure you're on the right road?" questioned Andy.
"It would be fierce to have to turn back this time of night," added his twin.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure this is the right road," answered their chum. Nevertheless, his face showed a doubtful look. Not to find the signboard which had been a landmark in that vicinity for many years puzzled him.
A little later they came to where the road branched out in three directions, the road on the right being narrow and running directly into a thick patch of woods.
"Whoa!" cried Gif to the team, and then he looked around more puzzled than ever, and shook his head.