[CHAPTER XXII—IN THE CAVE]
The snow beat down upon them so when they were outside of the shelter that the little girls could scarcely get their breath. Dot clung to Tess’ hand and bleated a few complaining words. But the strange boy said sharply:
“Don’t be blubbering. We’ll be all right in a minute. I want to hunt for something around here. That’s what I come out of the cave for.”
“Am not blubbering!” muttered Dot, quite indignant. “But this old snow—”
“Oh, I’ve got it!” shouted the strange boy, leaping ahead through the snow with great vigor. “Come on! Don’t lose sight of me.”
“You bet we won’t,” said Sammy, urging Tess and Dot on ahead of him and dragging the sled after.
“What is it?” asked Tess, curiously.
“A trap,” said the other.
“Oh!”
“What kind of a trap?” asked the eager Sammy.