"Poch! who's afraid of a little snow?" blustered Tom.
"Nobody, but if we can't see our way—"
"By Jove! I never thought of that!" groaned Frank. "Just look around, boys. It's awful, isn't it?"
Much startled, all looked around. On every hand the snow was coming down so thickly that they could not see a distance of two rods in any direction.
"We seem to be cut off," observed Dick soberly. "I reckon the best thing we can do is to make for shore."
"And leave the Fiver behind?"
"No. Let us lower the sail and push her in front of us."
This was considered good advice, and much put out over the sudden termination of their sport, the five cadets lowered the sail and tied it up, and then leaped to the ice.
"Now then, all together!" cried Frank, but to his surprise Tom and
Hans pushed in a different direction to the others.
"Why, Tom, that's not the way!" cried Frank.