ad the following, printed in crude
letters:

10 mILes to Sublers sTORes

Below this lettering was a crude drawing of a hand pointing up the lake.

"Subler's Stores!" cried the old miner. "I've heard o' that place.
It's quite a depot for supplies. If we could only git thar we'd be all
right."

"Let's try it," suggested Dick. "The wind is right down the lake, so
it will make traveling that much easier."

They labored hard, in the darkness and wind, to construct a drag out of
the ruins of the hut. On this they placed Tom and also such of their
scanty traps and provisions as still remained to them.

But once out on the lake, they realized that the task before them was
no easy one. Here the wind blew with terrific force, sending them
further and further away from the shore which they wanted to skirt. It
had stopped snowing and seemed to be growing colder.

"I--I ca--can't stand this!" gasped Sam, after a while. "I'm
fr--freezing!"

"So--so am I," answered Dick. "Tom, are you all right?"

"I'm pretty co--cold," was the chattered-out reply.

"We can't make it, I reckon," said the old miner, who was as chilled as
any of them. "We'll have to go ashore an' git out of the wind an'
build a fire to thaw out by."

But getting ashore was out of the question. When they tried to turn
around the fierce wind fairly took their breath away. So they
continued to advance, the wind at times carrying them almost off their
feet.

"We are on the ice and no mistake!" cried Dick, after a while. "See,
the wind has blown the snow completely away."

He was right. All around them was the ice, dark and exceedingly
slippery. They seemed to be in the midst of a great field of it.

"I don't know where I am now," said Jack Wumble. "We are lost."

"Lost!" echoed Sam.

"That's the truth of it, Sam," replied Dick. "We are lost right out
here on this ice."

"But Subler's Stores?"

"I haven't the least idea in what direction they are."

"But if we follow the wind----?"

"The wind seems to be changing. Just watch it."

Dick was right, the wind was shifting, first in one direction, then in
another.

"If we stay out here, we'll be frozen stiff," said Tom. As he could
not move around he felt the cold more than did the others.

"Let us follow the wind--it is bound to bring us somewhere, and that is
better than staying here," said Dick, finally.

For the want of something better to suggest, the others agreed, and o