“All right, we’ll try it, although it isn’t a safe thing to do, Harry. But we must risk something for the sake of filling our game-bags.”
“There is a hollow over to our left, with an overhanging cliff of bushes and trees. I have an idea we may find something under that. It would afford a good shelter for wild animals.”
“Like a wildcat, for instance,” laughed Jack.
“Well, I guess wildcat is just as good to eat as screech owl, if only we can lay him out without our being torn to pieces.”
Taking a good look around, so as to locate the vicinity in their minds, they struck out in the direction Harry had indicated. The creek was soon left behind, and they found themselves going down the side of a long hill.
Luckily, there was a bare stretch on the hillside, otherwise they would have been compelled to move on in snow up to their waists. But the cleared run was where the wind blew the strongest, and this now took them almost off their feet.
“Never mind; we’ll be safe under the rocks and brush,” shouted Harry, to his companion, above the roaring of the storm. “Look out so that you don’t roll down into some hole and out of sight!”
“My! but it’s awful!” cried Jack. “Here, give me your hand, or we will be separated and won’t be able to find each other again.”
They took hold of hands, and the next instant the wind threw them down on the hillside and rolled them over and over to the bottom.
They landed in a doubled-up mass in the midst of a large drift. Jack went in head first, with Harry behind him. For a moment there was nothing to do but to flounder around until they could regain their feet.