A moment later Taggert strode from out of the white veil.
“The wandering echo found at last,” Robert greeted him, while they pounded each other on the back in joyous relief.
“Where in Sam Hill are we?” Taggert wanted to know.
“Question is, in which direction is the Sphere?” cried Robert.
“Well put. What’s the answer?”
“Have you any idea from what direction you slid out here?”
“Nope. Have you?”
They stared at each other blankly. Then the ridiculousness of their cross-questioning struck them and they laughed together. For the moment the seriousness of their plight was forgotten. The white flakes swirled about them, settling upon their heads and shoulders till they looked like snow-men.
An idea suddenly occurred to Robert.
“This storm arrived from ahead of us when we were on our way back to the Sphere, didn’t it?” he asked.