"Say, he ought to be arrested!" exclaimed Bob, angrily, as he flopped about in the snow. "What did he do it for?"
"Said we were following him," answered Frank, as he wiped the snow out of his face.
"Well, I guess we were, all right," admitted Sammy. "But he had no right to be so mean."
"Where did he go?" Frank wanted to know.
"I—I didn't stop to look," admitted Sammy. "It all happened too quick for me."
"Same here," laughed Bob. "Now I wonder if we can get out of here?"
It was not as easy as it seemed at first, for the little valley into which the boys had been pushed by the angry hermit was filled with snow, and they sank in it above their waists.
But they floundered on, and were slowly making their way out. They were getting quite tired, however, and might have sunk down in the snow, and have taken severe colds, had their struggle lasted too long.
Suddenly Bob cried out.