"They had time ter git away with the stuff, after all," groaned Yardsley. "Nary a thing—all gone."
"Do you think they could have hidden it somewhere?" yelled Dick. Then, without waiting for an answer, he turned quickly around.
"Hello!" he exclaimed. "Where are Bob Somers and John Hackett? I thought they were right back of us."
"So did I," put in Sam.
"Great Scott! Whar' did they git ter?" roared Yardsley, with a look of apprehension on his bronzed face.
"Hi, hi—hello, cap'n!" he yelled at the top of his voice.
"Hi, hi, hey, hey!" chorused the others.
But no sounds came back to them.
Again they shouted, their united voices rising above the roar of the winds. Still there was no response.
Yardsley did not attempt to conceal his anxiety. "Lost!" he exclaimed; "an' in this blizzard!"