showed frostbitten spots, and Jennie began to rub them with snow.
"That's the way to treat frostbite," she declared. "Take off his
boots. If his feet _are_ frosted we'll have to treat them the
same way."

Helen and Belle obeyed Heavy, who seemed quite practical in this
emergency. Ruth had no strength, or breath, for the time being, but
lay Reside die fire herself. Meanwhile Madge and Lluella scrapped the
red coals out from the rock and swept the platform clean with green
branches. Ruth and the runaway boy were drawn into this cozy retreat
and soon the boy began to weep and cry out as the heat got into his
feet. It was very painful to have the frost drawn out in this manner.

It was now after midnight and the storm still raged. Madge and
Jennie floundered out for more fuel. The hatchet the boy carried was
of great aid to them in this work and soon they had piled on the
ledge sufficient wood to keep the blaze alive until dawn.

By this time the strange youth had been thawed lout and was dropping
asleep against the warm rock. Helen and Belle agreed to stand the
next watch, and to feed the fire. Both Ruth and Madge needed sleep,
the former aching in every muscle from her fight to bring the rescued
one in,

"We're doubly captives now," the girl of the Red Mill whispered to
Madge before she dropped asleep. "If it should stop snowing we
couldn't try to get back to camp and leave this chap here. And it is
certain sure that he could not travel himself, nor could we carry him."

"You are right, Ruth," returned Madge. "This addition to our party