"
John Barrow was right about the snow. Less than quarter of an hour later
the thick flakes began to fall. Then came a finer snow, which the wind
blew around them like so much hard salt.
"We are in for a corker!" cried the guide. "The sooner we git back to
our supplies the better it will be for us!"
CHAPTER XXV.
SNOWED IN.
With the coming of night the downfall of snow increased until it was
impossible to see a dozen feet in any direction. The wind also increased
in fury until it blew a regular gale. At first this was in their favor,
being directly on their backs and sending them over the ice at a furious
pace, but soon it shifted, first to the left and then to in front of
them, and now further progress appeared out of the question.
"I'm afraid we can't make it!" gasped Dick, turning to catch his breath.
"I'm almost winded now."
"I've got to stop," came from Sam. "I'm ready to drop."
"I can't see a thing," said Tom. "And I'm in mortal terror of skating
into some big air-hole."
"You are right, lads, we'll have to give up the idea of reaching camp
to-night," came from John Barrow seriously.
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