"I don't know. Say, the sun must be going down. It's getting dark. We must have been out longer than we thought."
"That's so. Come on back. My, but it's getting dark suddenly."
"It certainly is. Why, Jerry, I can't seem to see anything! Where are you?"
"Right here, but I can't see you. I wonder what the trouble is? Do you think there's going to be a blizzard?"
Fred was waving his hand in front of his face. To his horror he could not see it. Before his eyes was nothing but blackness. Then he uttered a cry of fear.
"What is it?" asked Jerry. "What's the matter? I can't see you, Fred."
"Jerry!" cried the young treasure hunter. "We're blind!"
"Blind?"
"Yes, snow-blind. The sun shining on the snow has dazzled and blinded us, and we're lost, a long way from the camp!"