"I—I am afraid we are lost, Ruth. Oh, it is all my fault!"
CHAPTER XXII
THE THREE MEN
They stood there together—the two moving picture girls—in the midst of the sudden storm. They stood with their arms about each other, and the frightened eyes of Alice gazed into the terror-stricken ones of Ruth.
"Alice," cried Ruth, "do you really think we are lost?"
"I'm afraid so. I didn't notice which way we were going; but, as you say, we didn't pass that rock before. We must be lost!"
"But what are we to do?"
"We've got to do something, that's sure!" Alice exclaimed. "We can't stay here and freeze."
"Of course not. But if we go on in the storm we may be snowed under."