“Take up a hole in your belt, like the Indians,” Spider suggested.
It was getting dark now rapidly, and they were plodding wearily across a long opening on the heavy snow, which was like walking on a pile of rock salt, and wondering where the road was on the other side, when suddenly Spider stopped.
“Look!” he cried.
“What is it? I don’t see anything.”
“Look, in the trees. I saw a light!”
“How do you get that way?” Bennie demanded. “Light! We’re about six miles from nowhere here. Haven’t any campers been around the rim road. Can’t get around. Buck up, Spider. Don’t cave now!”
“Oh, quit,” said Spider crossly. “There! There it is again!”
This time Bennie saw it. There was a light in the woods ahead of them. Moreover, it wasn’t a camp fire. It was moving.
“Somebody with a lantern!” Bennie exclaimed. He stuck two fingers into his mouth and blew a long, shrill blast.
The answer was a “Hoo-oo!” in Uncle Billy’s voice!