"Why—why, we can't see ten feet ahead!" cried Frank.
"Oh, slow down—don't run into anything!" begged Betty.
"I guess I had better lay to a while, until we see what it's going to do," decided Allen, as he lowered the sail. "It's too much of a risk. There may be open water, or an air hole, or another boat on the river."
And then, as the craft came slowly to a stop, they gazed out at the big storm which enveloped them, hiding the shores from sight.
CHAPTER XIII
THE MISSING PIECE
"Say, this is no fun!" exclaimed Will, when ten minutes had passed, with no cessation of the fury of the wind and whirling white flakes.
"It is keeping up," spoke Mollie in a low tone. "Can we ever get back to camp?"
"Of course!" cried Betty quickly. It was no time now to have anyone's nerves go to pieces. "Certainly we can get back, if we have to walk; can't we, boys?" and she gave Allen a look that made his eyes sparkle as he answered: