"That's so," agreed Will.
On they tramped through the storm. It was hard work, for the snow clogged their steps and the wind made the carrying of the heavy blankets an additional burden. But no one murmured.
They kept to the river, and thus were assured of a straight road to camp. It was not like being lost in the wood. The only danger was that they were quite a distance from their cabins, and that night was coming on, and that a big storm was raging. Long since it had passed from the class of a mere squall, in which it seemed to be at one time.
"Did anyone bring the sandwiches we left?" asked Grace, when they had gone on for perhaps a mile.
"I did, and your chocolates, too," said Allen. "Will you have them now?"
"Divide the candy up," said Grace. "They say that persons lost in the snowy Alps eat chocolate."
"You eat it—lost or not," laughed Will. "But pass it around, Allen."
There was a sandwich each, and also a few pieces of candy for each one, as Allen divided them, and the eating of the bread, meat and sweets did really put new energy into them. They trudged on in better heart now.
"But we're still a good way from camp," said Allen, as he peered as best he could at the landmarks on the shore. "It will take us another hour."
"And it will be dark then," said Amy in a low voice.