keen wind would soon make movement impossible if they stood still for
long.

"Let's keep moving!" shouted Ruth. "Take hold of hands, girls--two
by two. Helen and I will go ahead. Now, Belle, you take Lluella.
Madge and Heavy in the rear. Forward--march!"

"This is a regular Amazon March; isn't it?" croaked Heavy, from
behind.

"But where shall we march to?" Belle queried.

"We'll keep going until we find some shelter. That's the best we can
do. Indeed, it is all we _can_ do," replied Ruth.

It was impossible to do more than drift before the gale. Ruth knew
this, and likewise she was confident that they were by no means
getting nearer to the camp when they followed such a course. But she
hoped to find some shelter before the weakest of the girls gave out.

This was Lluella Fairfax. She was delicately built, and unused to
muscular exertion of any kind. She seldom took up any gym work at
Briarwood, Ruth knew; therefore it was not strange that she should be
the first to give out.

For, although the sextette of girls went but a short distance, and
traveled very slowly, it was indeed a fearful task for them. The
storm drove them on, and suddenly, when Jennie Stone gave utterance
to a wild whoop and disappeared from view, Lluella and Belle burst
out crying again, and even Madge showed signs of weakening.