"We could make a fire—I have matches, and we could break up the boxes on the hearth," said Alice. "Shall we?"
"No, let's go to the other cabin. I'm sure someone will be there," suggested her sister.
"Come on!"
They stepped to the door, but at that instant the snow began again, harder than before.
"No use!" cried Alice. "We're doomed to stay here, I guess."
"Well, it's a shelter, at any rate," sighed Ruth. She was not frightened now.
"And there's another good thing," went on Alice. "These cabins are a definite place. If a searching party starts out for us Mr. Macksey will be sure to think about these, and look here for us. I think we are all right now."
"We're better off, at any rate," observed Ruth. "I believe we might make a fire, Alice."
"That's what I say."
They had taken off their snowshoes, and now, by stamping and kicking at the boxes, they managed to break them up into kindling wood. Soon a little blaze was crackling on the hearth. The warmth was grateful to the chilled girls.