“We were trying to get to Rudd’s Landing, but the heavy snowstorm overtook us, and we got lost and finally wandered here.”
“Where are we now?” asked Dixon.
“You are several miles from the lake,” returned Harry. “You can never go across it in this storm.”
“We’ve got to go somewhere,” put in Spencer, dismally. “Oh, I wish I was home! You’ll never catch me trying to go camping in the woods in the winter again!”
“When did you leave Rudskill?” asked Harry of Sully.
The bully of the town hung his head. For once he felt thoroughly ashamed of himself.
“We left the same day we had the trouble with you about the iceboat,” he replied, in a low voice. “We made up our minds to have a rival camp.”
“Did you come up by the way of Rudd’s Landing?”
“No, we took the cars to Bagsville.”
“And then went down into the valley and built the lean-to?”