Here and there were bare spots, but at other places were deep drifts,
where they frequently got in up to their armpits.
"This is no joke!" gasped Sam, after floundering through an extra deep
drift. "I thought I was going out of sight that time."
"I trust we haven't much further to go," was Jasper Grinder's comment.
"I would give a hundred dollars to be back at Timber Run."
"It's your own fault you are here," retorted Sam.
"I might say the same of you," returned the former teacher sharply.
By noon John Barrow calculated they had covered half the distance to
Bear Pond. A sheltered nook was found between some rocks and trees, and
here they set fire to a mass of brushwood, that they might get warm
while they rested, and ate the last of the food on hand. There was no
wind, and the sun, shining as brightly as ever, made the surface of the
snow glitter like diamonds.
"I hope we find our stores at the cache undisturbed," said Dick, while
resting. "I am hungry for a change of diet. As soon as we get there I'm
going to make some biscuits and boil some beans.
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