"And I have only two. This is getting serious. Maybe we're wandering away from the camp instead of toward it."
"If we are, and have to stay out in the open all night, we'll have to burrow down under the snow, the way the dogs do. I guess——"
"Hark! What's that?" asked Fred quickly.
"It's a shot!"
Fred quickly fired his rifle in answer.
"There it goes again!"
It was unmistakably a shot. Then Jerry fired, and again there came a response.
"Let's yell," suggested Fred, and they united their voices in a shout.
To their great relief they heard persons calling. The voices came nearer, and then they could distinguish Mr. Baxter's cry.
"Boys! Boys! Are you all right?" he asked anxiously.