“Say—maybe this party got lost in the storm and froze to death in the car!” suggested Bill.
It was an unpleasant thought. Each chum felt his spine tingle uncomfortably.
“We’d better dig down and investigate,” decided Max. “Good thing I brought this collapsible snow shovel along!”
Unslinging the shovel, Max straightened out the handle and snapped it in place.
“We’ll take turns,” prompted Bill. “Boy, what do you know about this? Talk about a thrill!”
“It’s a sedan,” Max announced, a few minutes later. “Whew! Take the shovel, Phil!”
Quickly uncovering one side, the boys soon found themselves standing on the running board and scraping the snow from the ice-glazed windows.
“I almost hate to look in,” said Max. “It gives me the creeps.”
“Got to do it,” insisted Bill, and pressed his nose against the glass opposite the driver’s seat. “Pretty hard to see anything. The snow on the other side makes it dark in here. Pass us your flashlight, Phil.”
“Here you are!”