"I told you that you were wrong," put in Tom. "If we had been walking toward shore we would be on land long ago."
"I don't know but what Tom's view is correct," said Frank slowly,
"Unless we've been moving in a crooked line, as Hans suggested," said the elder Rover.
One and another of the little party gazed at his companions and then at the desolate scene around them. Yes, they were lost in the snowstorm, and what the end of the adventure would be they could not imagine.
"Well, we can try Tom's course," said Dick, after another careful look around which is not saving much as the snow was coming down as thickly as ever.
"I notice that it is getting dark," observed Frank, as they trudged on. "I wonder what time it is?"
A watch was consulted and they learned to their chagrin that it was half-past four.
"I vos gitting hungry," came from Hans.
"Don't say a word!" cried Tom. "I could eat a doughnut a month old."
"Don't speak about it," put in Dick dryly. "It will only make you feel more hungry."