“I guess so,” Mrs. Bimby answered.
But as the snow kept up all the remainder of that day, and as it was still storming hard when night came, there did not seem much chance of the two older Bobbsey twins being rescued.
Again Bert and Nan spent the night in the little rooms of the cabin, but they slept better this time, Nan not even awakening for a drink of water. And in the morning Bert looked from a window and cried:
“Hurray! The snow’s stopping! I’m going to start out and go back to camp!”
“You are?” asked Nan. “Are you going to take me?”
“No,” said Bert. “You’d better stay here. I’ll go to camp and send daddy back in a sled for you. He can hitch a horse to one of the lumber sleds now that the snow is stopping, and he can ride you home. And if I find your husband I’ll send him back with a lot of things to eat,” he told Mrs. Bimby.
“I wish you would, dearie,” said the old woman. “But are you really going to start out, Bert?”
“Yes’m! My father and mother will be worried about us. I can get to camp now, I’m sure, as the storm is almost over.”
Mrs. Bimby, who, though not very wise, was kind, made him take a little lunch with him, packing up some cold boiled chestnuts and part of the cold rabbit meat. It was all there was.
“But maybe I’ll get to camp before I have to eat,” said Bert. “And I’ll send back help to you.”