mmy doubtfully.

"Over where?" demanded Sandy, with a note of alarm in his voice.

"Blessed if I know!" declared Tommy, sitting flat down in the snow.

The boys walked round and round the tree and made little excursions
in every direction without getting a single trace of the campfire.

"I guess we've gone and done it now!" Tommy grunted.

"Aw, we can find our way back all right enough!" Sandy declared.
"We came north when we left the camp, didn't we?"

"Guess we did," replied Tommy, his teeth rattling with the cold.

"Then all we've got to do is to follow the wind and we'll strike
the tents. That's some Boy Scout forestry sense, isn't it?"

"We'll wait until we see whether it brings us back to camp or not,"
replied Tommy. "If it does, it's all right; if it doesn't, it's
all wrong."

Had the boys proceeded straight north on leaving the camp, they
would have doubtless returned to the lighted zone by keeping with
the wind, if the wind had not shifted to the west soon after their
departure from the camp.

They walked for what seemed to them to be hours. In fact, more
than once they glanced about hoping to get their direction from a
showing of daylight in the sky.

"I don't believe it ever will be daylight again," grumbled Sandy,
"and I move we stop right here and build a big fire."

"Can we build a fire in all this ruck?" asked Tommy.

"You bet we can!" was the answer. "What are we Boy Scouts good for
if we can't build a fire in a storm?"

They cleared a little space in the snow and Tommy brought a handful
of dry bark. Shielding the flickering blaze as much as possible,
the boy applied the match he had struck to the bark. The fire
which resulted could have been started in a teacup.

About this he built a skeleton tent of bits of dry soft wood from
six to nine inches in length. His fire was now as large as an
ordinary kettle. Next, the boys threw larger boughs on the blaze,
and finally succeeded in surrounding it by large logs.

"There's one thing about it," Tommy declared as they warmed their
hands over the blaze, "there won't any wild animals take a bite out
of us as long as we keep near this fire!"

"I wish George would come poking along in," Sandy commented. "I
believe I'll go out in the thicket after I get warm and see if he
isn't somewhere in this vicinity. I thought I heard a call over
there just a moment ago."

"Listen, then," Tommy advised. "If some one called, we're likely
to hear