CHAPTER XXV
AMONG THE SNOWDRIFTS
“This is hard work after all, let me own up!” announced Jud Elderkin, after they had been pushing on for nearly half an hour.
“To tell you the truth,” admitted Tom Betts, “we’ve turned this way and that so often now I don’t know whether we’re heading straight.”
“Trust Tolly Tip for that,” urged Paul. “And besides, if you’d taken your bearings as you should have done when starting, you could tell from the position of the sun that right now we’re going straight toward that far-off hill.”
“Good for ye, Paul!” commented the guide, who was deeply interested in finding out just how much woods lore these scouts had picked up during their many camp experiences.
“Well, here’s where we’re up against it good and hard,” observed Bobolink.
The clear space they had been following came to an abrupt end, and before them lay a great drift of snow, at least five or six feet deep. 181