"It can't be as how they missed the trail in this snow," said John
Barrow soberly. "Let us shout for 'em."
They set up a shout, and waited impatiently for an answer. But none
came, and they called again.
"We had better go back for them," said Dick, his face full, of a
troubled look. "I wouldn't have them get lost in this snowstorm for the
world."
It was decided to leave the sled where it was, and soon they were
hurrying along the back trail. But the snow and wind were against them,
and they made slow progress.
"It will not be necessary to relate all the particulars of the next
three hours. In vain they looked for Tom and Sam. Not a trace of the
missing lads could be discovered.
"This the worst yet!" groaned Dick, as he came to a halt, all out of
breath. "I thought, all along, that they were keeping close behind us!"
"I told them to do so," returned the guide.
They had fired several shots, but the reports had failed, as we know, to
reach the ears of the missing Rovers. They were now at their wits' end
regarding what to do next.
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