"Why, you can't see the trees on the other side, and they aren't more
than a hundred and fifty feet off."
"This will make traveling bad," said Dick soberly. "It almost looks as
if we were going to be snowed in."
"Snowed in?" echoed Sam. "Oh, don't say that!"
The boys were somewhat stiff after their long skate of the day before,
and it took them some minutes to pull themselves together. Then the
curtain was pushed aside, and the fire started up with some dry
brushwood from the pile on which they had slept. Soon breakfast was
ready, and this warmed them up and put new life in them.
"No use to linger here," announced the guide. "It won't git no better
an' it may git a heap sight worse. I reckon the wind kept some o' the
spots on the river clear. I know a good camping spot ten miles from
here, and that will be just the place for us while you are huntin'
around fer that money."
"Then let us make that camping spot by all means," said Tom. "We mustn't
let Baxter get first whack at the treasure."
It was eight o'clock when they started once more on their journey.
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