"That's so. Let's try it."
Stepping out cautiously, for they could not see where they set their feet, the boys advanced. It was like walking in the darkest night.
"Do you think they'll come to look for us?" asked Jerry.
"Perhaps; but they won't think we're in this plight until quite late, if it ever does occur to them. Then it will be dark, and they can't see our tracks in the dark."
"Maybe the Indians can."
"Perhaps; but I doubt it."
"Then what shall we do? If we have to stay out in the open all night we'll freeze to death. It's getting colder. I guess the sun must be going down."
"I'm afraid so," replied Fred. He felt that, in a measure, he was responsible for Jerry's plight, as he had been instrumental in organizing the expedition. It was getting much colder, and the wind was almost as cutting as a knife blade. It whipped stinging particles of snow into their faces, but they dared not turn their heads aside, as, if they did, they feared they would never get anywhere near camp.
"I have it!" cried Fred suddenly when they had proceeded cautiously some distance. "Why didn't we think of it before?"
"What?"