hours. I am dreadfully worried about the girls--"

"What's that?" cried Tom, interrupting him.

A muffled shout sounded through the driving snow. In chorus Mr.
Cameron and the two boys raised their own voices in an answering shout.

"They're coming!" cried Bob.

"It is Long Jerry Todd and the men--hear the harness rattling?"
returned Tom, and he started down the steps in the direction of the
stables.

"Wait! we'll keep together," commanded Mr. Cameron. "I hope they
have brought the girls with them."

"Oh, but the girls didn't go toward the swamp," returned his son.
"They started due north."

"Shout again!" commanded Mr. Cameron, and the two parties kept
shouting back and forth until they met not far beyond the
outbuildings belonging to the lodge. The great pair of draught horses
were ploughing through the drifts and the three men were whooping
loudly beside them.

"Dangerous work this, for you, sir," cried Long Jerry. "You'd all
better remained indoors. It's come a whole lot quicker than I
expected. We're in for a teaser, Mr. Cameron. Couldn't scarce make
out the path through the woods."