"We don't know where we're going, but we're on the way," sang out
Billy, as they began to trudge forward.

They had plenty of rations with them, and they munched some food
as they went along. It was cold comfort, but it was comfort just
the same.

"Oh, you hot coffee!" murmured Billy, and at the picture that he
conjured up the others groaned.

The snow was now knee deep and showed no signs of letting up,
though the wind had abated somewhat in violence.

They plodded on through the heavy drifts that clutched at their
tired legs like so many nightmare hands trying to hold them back
to their destruction. They were young and hardy, but their
physical strength was sorely tested by the battle with the
elements. Their hearts were thumping as though they would burst
through their ribs, and their breath came in gasps.

Suddenly Frank's keen eyes caught sight of a dark mass that seemed
to stand out even blacker than the darkness which was everywhere
around them. He rubbed his eyes clear of the snow that clung to
the lashes and looked again. Then he gave a shout.

"We've found it, boys!" he yelled. "There's a building of some
kind just ahead of us. See it? See it?"

They looked and saw, and with a joyful shout make a break for