snow.

"Oh, oh, oh!" wailed Helen. "We're lost! we're lost!"

"Hold up! Be brave!" urged her chum. "We must not give up now. Some
other tree will give us shelter. Cling together, girls. We _must_ get
somewhere."

But where? It was a question none of them could answer. They
remained cowering in the driving snow, utterly confused as to
direction, and fast becoming buried where they stood.




CHAPTER XXI

ADRIFT IN THE STORM


"We shall freeze to death if we stay here!"

Madge Steele spoke thus, and the situation precluded any doubt as to
the truth of the statement. The six girls from Snow Camp were indeed
in peril of death--and all were convinced of the fact.

Lluella Fairfax was in tears, and her chum, Belle Tingley, was on
the verge of weeping, too. Helen Cameron had hard work to keep back
her own sobs; even Jennie Stone, the stout girl, was past turning the
matter into a joke. And Madge Steele was unable to suggest a single