his word.

It was no easy task to cut a hole through the ice, but once this was
accomplished the fish were found to be lively enough, despite the storm
and the cold. Inside of an hour they had a mess of nine, sufficient to
last them for several meals. And while the others were fishing, Dick
caught sight of a flock of birds, and brought down three.

"There, we won't starve yet awhile," said Dick, as he began to clean his
game.

"That's true," answered Tom, "although we may get pretty tired of birds
and fish before we get out of here and strike something different."

"I wonder how the Baxter crowd is faring," said Sam. "Unless they got
back to the cave they can't be having a very good time of it."

"They don't deserve a good time of it," grumbled Tom. "They deserve to
suffer."

"Bill Harney is a good enough guide to know what to do," put in John
Barrow. "He will pull them through somehow--that is, if he knows enough
to remain sober."

They had hoped that the storm would let up by noon, but twelve o'clock
found the snow coming down as fast as ever, blotting out the landscape
on every hand. Outside of the moaning of the wind all was as silent as a
tomb.

There was but a little for the boys to do, and after the fishing was
over they were glad enough to take it easy in the shelter and listen to
several stories John Barrow had to tell. The guide also related what he
knew concerning Goupert and the various hunts made for the missing
treasure.

"He must have been a fierce sort of a man in his day," observed Dick.
"I don't wonder the most of the folks in this region were content to
leave him alone."

It was almost nightfall when the snow stopped coming down, and then it
was too dark to attempt the journey to Bear Pond.

"We'll have to make another night of it here," said John Barrow. "Then,
if it's clear, we can start for the pond early in the morning."

"Hark!" cried Tom, rousing up. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" came from the others.

"I thought I heard somebody calling."

All listened. For a few seconds silence reigned, then came an uncertain
sound from a considerable distance.

"There it is!"

"That's somebody calling, sure," said the guide. "Must be down along the
river. I'll go out an' look."

"Can I go along?" asked Dick. "You may want help--if somebody is in
trouble."

"All right. Bring your gun with you."

In another minute they had started out, each with his gun, and with his
trouser le