SUSPICIONS
"Whar' can the cap'n an' his mate hev got to?" cried Yardsley.
For a moment he forgot all about the thieves, in his great anxiety regarding the young hunters.
"Powerful—powerful bad," he went on. "Wouldn't hev had this happen fur no money."
He raised his gun and fired in the air, Dick Travers following his example.
Shielding themselves as best they could against the violent wind and blinding snow, they awaited a response. But none came.
"Big surprise ter me," said Yardsley. "I don't see how no sich thing could happen."
"What in the world can have become of them?" cried Sam Randall, in the utmost apprehension. "Great Scott! They will never be able to find their way back."
"This is awful," put in Dick, with a strong effort to make himself heard.
Yardsley stared fixedly in the direction from which they had come.