Breakfast over, both boys scrambled up one of the fallen trees to the
top of the cliff. Not far away was a tree with low branches and up
this went the doctor's son, Whopper boosting him all he could. All the
boys could climb well, and soon Shep was far enough up to look around
on all sides.

"There is the lake, about three-quarters of a mile off," he said,
pointing with his hand. "I can see our camp, too. The smoke is coming
up out of the chimney."

"Is it on the other side of the lake?"

"It is across the big cove."

"Do you think we can signal to the others?" questioned Whopper.

"We might try it--with some wet wood," answered Shep.

He came down again, and soon they placed several wet sticks on the
fire. This created a dense smoke, which, as the wind had fallen, went
straight up into the sky.

"That will tell them somebody is over here with a fire," said Shep.
"But I reckon we had better start for the camp without delay. Just
past the cliff is a ridge of high ground running almost to the lake,
and the wind has swept it clear of snow, so walking will not be so
very difficult."

It gave them something of a pang to put out the fire, yet they did not