The Rover Boys out West Part 19

"Look out! We are going into the open water! Back all of you!"

They leaped back, fairly tumbling over each other in their efforts to escape the water, which crept up to their feet without warning.

As they pushed themselves back they naturally sent the Fiver flying forward, and an instant later they heard a cras.h.i.+ng of ice and saw the ice-boat topple over into the water and disappear from view!

CHAPTER XIII

LOST IN THE SNOW

"The ice-boat's gone!"

"Get back, boys, or we'll all be in the water!"

Ca-a-ac-ck! A long warning sound rang through the snow-laden air and the party of five felt the surface of the ice parting beneath them. They turned and sped away from the water with all the speed at their command, and soon the dangerous spot was left behind, but not before poor Hans had lost his cap and Sam had gotten his left foot wet to the ankle.

"By jinks! but that was a narrow shave!" gasped d.i.c.k, when they were safe. "A little more and all of us would have been under the ice."

"And that would have cost us our lives!" said Frank solemnly.

"Boys, I don't believe I'll ever want to go ice-boating again."

"Mine cap vos gone," growled the German cadet dismally. "How vos I going to keep mine head from freezing, tole me dot, vill you?"

"That's rough on you," said Tom. "Here, take my tippet and tie that around your head and ears." And he took the article in question and handed it over.

"Dank you, Tom, you vos a goot feller. But vot you vos do to keep your neck varm, hey?"

"Here's a silk handkerchief, he can wear that," said d.i.c.k. "But I say, fellows," he went on. "I think we are mixed up now and no mistake."

"I am sure I am," answered Frank. "I haven't the least idea where the sh.o.r.e is."

"Nor I," came from Tom. "We'll have to go at it in a hit-or-miss fas.h.i.+on."

"No miss for me," put in Sam. "I am not prepared for a watery grave just now."

"We must be cautious," said d.i.c.k. "I've got an idea. Has anybody a rope with him?"

"I've got a heavy cord," answered Frank.

"Then let us tie that to each fellow's right wrist. Then we can string out in a line, like the Swiss mountain climbers, and if the boy in front gets into trouble the others can haul him out."

"Hurrah! d.i.c.k, has solved the problem of how the lost cadets are going to get to safety," cried Sam. "Let us have the cord by all means."

It was quickly produced and proved to be about forty feet in length. d.i.c.k tied himself fast to one end and Sam the other, and the others came between.

"Now then, forward march!" shouted d.i.c.k. And on they moved, in Indian file.

"Route step!" shouted Frank. And they broke up as ordered--that is each walking to suit himself, so that their feet should not come down on the ice at the same time, something which might have cause another cracking.

The snow still came down as hard as ever--indeed, to d.i.c.k it appeared to come down harder. The wind was beginning to rise again and blew the blinding particles directly into their faces.

"What's the use of walking right in the teeth of the wind,"

grumbled Tom. "Why not try the other way?"

"I think the wind comes from off sh.o.r.e, that's why," answered his elder brother.

"I don't. I think it's coming down the lake."

"I believe d.i.c.k is right," ventured Frank. "The wind came that way before--that is why we were blown out so far."

The matter was put to a vote and all but Tom agreed that they must be heading for the western sh.o.r.e of the lake. So the weary tramp was resumed.

It was not without its incidents. Once Hans' feet went from under him and he went flat on his back, taking Tom with him. This caused the line to tighten and all went on top of the pair and a grand melee resulted. Then Tom playfully filled Sam's neck with snow, and Hans let a little s...o...b..ll drop into Tom's ear, and in a second all were at it in a snow fight which lasted several minutes.

At last d.i.c.k arose and shook himself. "Hi! this won't do!" he cried, brus.h.i.+ng himself off. "Unless we hurry we'll be late in getting back."

"Late in getting back?" repeated Frank. "I shall count myself lucky if we don't have remain here all night."

"Great Caesar, Frank, do you mean that?" came from Sam.

"I do. Here we have been tramping I don't know how long, and we seem to be as far from sh.o.r.e as ever."

"Exactly so," grumbled Hans. "I d.i.n.k ve must pe moving around in a ring, hey?"

"Can that be possible?" asked Tom.

"I don't think so," answered d.i.c.k, "for I have been watching the ice very closely and I haven't seen the first sign of our doubling our steps."

"Let us keep out in a straight line," said Tom. "That will keep us away from the circle business."

Once more they pushed on, but the snow was now several inches deep, and the ice very slippery and all of the party could scarcely drag one foot after the other. It was Sam who called another halt.

"I'm getting winded!" he panted. "Boys, I guess we are lost in the snow."

"That's true, Sam," said Frank. "The sh.o.r.e seems to be as far off as ever."

"I told you that you were wrong," put in Tom. "If we had been walking toward sh.o.r.e we would be on land long ago."

"I don't know but what Tom's view is correct," said Frank slowly,

"Unless we've been moving in a crooked line, as Hans suggested,"

said the elder Rover.

One and another of the little party gazed at his companions and then at the desolate scene around them. Yes, they were lost in the snowstorm, and what the end of the adventure would be they could not imagine.

"Well, we can try Tom's course," said d.i.c.k, after another careful look around which is not saving much as the snow was coming down as thickly as ever.