“Never say die!” quoted Dan. “There’s got to be a way out of it.”
“Out of this cave? Sure!” snorted his brother. “The way we came in. And I wish to goodness we hadn’t come in at all!”
“They’d have burned Dummy badly if we hadn’t.”
“And is he any better off? Besides,” added Billy, “those scamps got what they were after, just the same. What do you suppose was in that box, Dan?”
“Ask Dummy,” suggested Dan, with a grim smile.
“Huh! And how far will they get with the box through this storm?”
“Maybe the storm has eased up,” said Dan. “If they try to walk to the shore—either shore—they’ll have a job; for I fancy there is a lot of snow on the ice by this time.”
“They said they’d take our boat,” declared Billy.
“And they’ll have a nice time sailing her through the drifts.”
“Just the same, they are better off than we are right now,” declared Billy.