“We’ll never make it,” Bob declared, as he stopped and waited for Jack to come close. “But, thank goodness, we must be nearly to the cabin and we’ll stop there.”
At the words Jack let out a wild yell of joy. “And to think that I never thought of the cabin,” he said, adding: “If we can only find it.”
“All we’ve got to do is to follow down close to the shore till we bump into the wharf,” Bob said cheerfully, as he started off once more. “Here we are,” he shouted ten minutes later, and soon they were removing their snow-shoes on the porch of the cabin.
“I don’t believe I could have held out much longer,” Jack panted, as he followed Bob inside.
“I don’t feel exactly rested myself,” Bob laughed. “Now if you’ll get the fireplace going I’ll do the same by the range and we’ll soon have the molecules in here dancing about a little more lively.”
There was plenty of wood piled under cover just back of the cabin and soon the range was roaring and the fireplace, as Jack declared, was doing its best to hold up its end.
“That heat sure does feel good,” the latter remarked, as he held out his hands to the cheerful warmth.
The cabin was well stocked with provisions and it was not long before supper was on the table and never did a meal taste better.
“This sure beats plugging through that storm out there,” Bob declared, as he listened to the howling of the wind which showed no signs of abatement.
By the time they had the dishes washed and put away the living room was good and warm and, drawing their chairs up in front of the fireplace, they were soon deeply interested in the books which they had chosen from the well-filled bookcase.