“This is a real blizzard—no mistake,” he said once. “If it keeps on until morning, all the roads will be closed.”
Soon Mr. Stone and the girls reached the main road.
“Thank you very much,” Connie told him gratefully. “We’ll be all right now.”
But Mr. Stone would not permit them to go on alone.
“Not in this storm,” he said. “I’ll see that you get safely to the Gordon farm.”
Mr. Stone walked a trifle too fast for the girls, who had to run a bit to keep up with him. However, they discovered that the brisk pace restored their circulation and made them feel much warmer.
Unexpectedly, the trapper halted to listen. He had heard an unusual sound.
“What was that?” he demanded.
The cry, “Yoo-ho-ho-yoo-ho!” resounded from far down the road. Connie knew instantly what it was.
“That’s our Brownie cry!” she shouted. “Miss Gordon must be looking for us.”