"We came north when we left the camp, didn't we?"

"Guess we did," replied Tommy, his teeth rattling with the cold.

"Then all we've got to do is to follow the wind and we'll strike
the tents. That's some Boy Scout forestry sense, isn't it?"

"We'll wait until we see whether it brings us back to camp or not,"
replied Tommy. "If it does, it's all right; if it doesn't, it's
all wrong."

Had the boys proceeded straight north on leaving the camp, they
would have doubtless returned to the lighted zone by keeping with
the wind, if the wind had not shifted to the west soon after their
departure from the camp.

They walked for what seemed to them to be hours. In fact, more
than once they glanced about hoping to get their direction from a
showing of daylight in the sky.

"I don't believe it ever will be daylight again," grumbled Sandy,
"and I move we stop right here and build a big fire."

"Can we build a fire in all this ruck?" asked Tommy.

"You bet we can!" was the answer. "What are we Boy Scouts good for
if we can't build a fire in a storm?"

They cleared a little space in the snow and Tommy brought a handful
of dry bark. Shielding the flickering blaze as much as possible,