Shivering with cold, the boys stood knee-deep in snow and listened intently.
There came a lull in the gale.
Then, faintly, they heard the shout again.
"Help!" came the cry. "Help! Help!"
It came from somewhere immediately before them, and as the wind shifted just then Frank caught sight of a dark object against the surface of the snow.
"Come on!" he shouted to the others, and began plunging through the snow over to the object he had spied.
The boys reached it in a few minutes. To their unbounded astonishment they found that they were confronted by the side of a small cottage!
CHAPTER III
Jadbury Wilson