“I guess there’s more snow coming,” suddenly cried Bert.
There was, the flakes coming down almost as thick and fast as when the blizzard first swirled about Cedar Camp. Bert took the hands of Flossie and Freddie and led them on through the storm. It was hard work, and the smaller children were crying with the cold and from fear at the coming darkness when Rover suddenly barked.
“Hark!” cried Bert. “I guess someone is coming!”
“Maybe it’s daddy!” half sobbed Flossie.
Shouts were coming through the storm—the shouts of men. Rover barked louder and rushed forward. Bert held to the hands of his brother and sister and peered anxiously through the falling flakes and the fast-gathering darkness.
Suddenly a man rushed forward, and, a moment later, had Flossie and Freddie in his arms, hugging and kissing them. Then he clasped Bert around the shoulders.
“Daddy! Daddy!” cried Flossie and Freddie together. “You found us, didn’t you?”
“Yes. But I didn’t know you were away from camp,” said Mr. Bobbsey, for it was he. “Where’s Nan?” he asked Bert quickly, while Rover leaped about his master, Mr. Case, and Old Jim.
“She’s at Mrs. Bimby’s cabin,” Bert answered.
“My wife!” exclaimed Old Jim. “Is she—is she all right?”