"We'll do the best we can, Dale. I can't see the road, can you?"
"Not more than a yard or two ahead of the horses. But they ought to be able to keep the trail. They know they are going home."
"If they don't get scared again."
On they went, the sleigh making scarcely a sound, excepting where it scraped over some wind-swept rock or an exposed tree root. Both of the young lumbermen kept on guard for a possible encounter with wild animals, but not so much as a rabbit appeared to disturb them.
"Well, we've got to trust to luck," came from Owen, at last. "I can't see a thing now."
"Nor I, Owen. Shall we get out and walk?"
"No. Let us make ourselves comfortable in the sleigh, and the horses can take their own time about covering the ground."
They settled back, expecting the team to slow down. Instead both Billy and Daisy showed a strong inclination to increase their speed. Then, a few minutes later, they shot past a clump of trees that looked strongly familiar to Owen.
"Whoop!" he shouted, straightening up. "I know where we are now, Dale. Five minutes more and we'll be in sight of camp."
"Good enough," responded Dale, and he too began to watch through the heavy snow. On and on they went, the team kicking up the snow briskly, as if aware that the toilsome journey would soon be at an end. Then they made a turn or two, came down under some wide-arching pines, and Dale gave a shout: