"You boys go to bed now," Will advised, "and I'll sit up and keep
watch. If you hear me firing how and then, don't think the camp's
been attacked. George may be lost in the woods, and I'll be doing
that to give him the right direction."

"We should have done that before," Tommy suggested.

"Well, get to bed," Will urged, "and I'll run the camp till
morning."

Tommy and Sandy crawled into the tent which stood nearest to the
great campfire and cuddled up in the warm blankets.

"Do you believe Will will stay in camp until morning?" asked Tommy.

"Of course I don't," was the reply. "He'll wait until we're
asleep, and then he'll go prowling around the camp in search of
George."

"That's just about what he'll do."

"What's your idea, then?" asked Sandy.

"Well," Tommy whispered, "George may be out in the snow somewhere,
and it won't take us very long to circle about the camp just to
make sure."

"I got you!" replied Sandy. "We'll get out under the back wall,
and take a little trip with our searchlights."