CHAPTER XVII
HENRY BURDOCK
With the wind blowing about them, whirling the snowflakes into theirfaces, and with night fast coming on, the four young folks stood closetogether, looking at one another. Bert's solemn words had filled thehearts of the others with fear. Then Harry, sturdy country boy that hewas, exclaimed:
"Oh, don't let's give up so easily, Bert. Many a time I've been off inthe woods, and thought I was lost, when a little later, I'd make a turnand be on the road home. Maybe we can do that now."
"Oh, I do hope so!" murmured Dorothy.
"Let's try!" exclaimed Nan, taking hold of her brother's arm.
"Wait a minute!" exclaimed Bert as Harry and Dorothy were about to startoff. "Do you know where you're going?"
"We're going back that way," declared Harry, pointing off to the left.
"Why, that way?" asked Bert.
"I think that's the way to Snow Lodge," was the answer. "We've triedlots of other ways, and haven't struck the right one, so it can't do anyharm to go a new way."
"Now just hold on," advised Bert. "I don't mean to say that I know morethan you about it, Harry, but it does seem to me that it won't do anygood to wander off that way, especially if you're not sure it's theright path. We'll only get more lost than we are, if that's possible."
"Well, maybe you're right," admitted Harry. "But we can't stay here allnight, that's sure."
"Of course not," added Dorothy, looking around with a shiver. The snowseemed to be coming down harder than ever and the cold wind blew withgreater force.
"We may have to stay here," said Bert. "But don't let that scare you,"he said quickly, as he saw Dorothy and his sister clutch at each otherand turn pale. "We can build a sort of shelter that will keep us warm,and there won't be any danger of freezing."
"No, but how about starving?" asked Harry. "I'm real hungry now."
"We had a good dinner," observed Dorothy. "If we don't get anything moreto eat until morning I guess we can stand it. But I do hope we can findsome sort of shelter."
"We'll have to make one, I guess," said Nan, looking about her.
"That's right," cried Bert. "It's the only way. If we go wanderingabout, looking for a shelter, we may get into trouble. We'll make one ofour own. There's a good place, over by that clump of trees. We can cutdown some branches, stand them up around the trees and make a sort oftent. Then, when the snow has covered it, we'll be real warm."
"Well, let's start building that snow tent," proposed Harry. "It willgive us something to do, and moving about is warmer than standing still.I know that much, anyhow."
"Yes, it is," agreed Bert. "Come on, girls. Harry and I will cut thebranches and you can stack them up."
Bert led the way to where three trees grew close together in a sort oftriangle. The trees had low branches and it would be an easy matter tostand other branches up against them, one end on the ground, and so makea fairly good shelter.
With their pocket-knives Bert and Harry began cutting branches from theevergreen trees that grew all about. As fast as they were cut the girlstook them, and piled them up as best they could. All the while the windblew the falling snow about, and it became darker.
"Oh, if we only had some sort of a fire!" exclaimed Nan.
"A fire?" said her brother.
"That's so," agreed Dorothy. "It would not be so lonesome then, andit--would scare away--the bears!" and she looked over her shoulder insome fear.
"Bears!" cried Bert "There aren't any within a hundred miles, unlessthey're tame ones. But we might as well have a fire. I never thought ofthat. I've got a box of matches. Harry, if you'll gather wood, and thefire, I'll keep on cutting branches. We've got almost enough, anyhow."
"Sure, I will!" said the other boy, and soon he had scraped away thesnow from a spot on the ground, and had piled some sticks on it. Hemanaged to find some dry twigs and leaves in a hollow stump, and theseserved to start a blaze. The wood was rather wet, and it smoked a gooddeal, but soon some of the fagots had caught and there was a cheerfulfire reflecting redly on the white snow that was falling faster thanever.
"That's something like!" cried Bert, coming over to the blaze to warmhis cold fingers. "We'll get a pile of wood and keep the fire going allnight. Then, if any of our folks come looking for us, they can see it."
Harry, who had just come up with an armful of wood, plunged his handsinto his pockets to warm them. The next moment he uttered a joyful cry,and drew out two small packages.
"Look!" he cried. "Here's our supper!"
"Supper?" asked Bert, slowly. "What do you mean?"
"It's chocolate candy," went on Harry. "I forgot I had it, but it's finestuff when you're hungry. Lots of travelers use it when they can't getanything else to eat. Here, I'll divide it, and we'll imagine we'rehaving a fine feast."
He was about to do this when Bert suddenly exclaimed:
"Wait a minute! I have a better plan than that if I can only find a tincan. Everybody look for one. There may have been picnickers here duringthe summer, and they may have left a lot of tin cans."
"But what do you want of one?" asked Nan.
"I'll tell you if I find one," said her brother. "If I told you now, andwe didn't pick up one, you'd be disappointed."
But they were not to be, for a little later Harry, kicking about in thesnow, turned up a rusty tin can.
"That's it!" cried Bert. "Now we'll put some snow in it, and melt itover the fire. That will give us water, and when it boils we'll be surethe can is clean. Then we'll melt snow and have hot chocolate. We'lldissolve the chocolate candy in the water, Harry, and drink it. Thatwill be something hot for us, and better than if we ate the cold candy.I've got a folding drinking cup we can use."
"Say, that's a fine idea!" cried Dorothy. "Bert, you're wonderful."
"Oh, no, the idea just popped into my head," he replied.
The can, with some snow in it, was soon on the fire, and in a littlewhile steam arising from it told that the water, formed from the meltingsnow, was boiling. They rinsed the can out carefully, made more hotwater, and then put in the chocolate candy, saving half for anothertime.
Nan and Dorothy took turns stirring it with a clean stick until themixture was foamy and hot. Then it was passed around in the singledrinking cup.
"Oh, but I feel so much better now," sighed Nan, after taking her share."So warm and comfortable!"
"So do I!" exclaimed Dorothy, and the boys admitted that the drink ofchocolate was very good, even though it had no milk in it.
Then they finished making the shelter, brought up more wood for thenight, and went in the little snow-tent. Though it was only partlycovered with a coating of white flakes, it was already warm and cozy,and they knew that they were in no danger of freezing.
As much of the snow as possible was scraped away from the ground inside,and thick hemlock branches were laid down for a sort of carpet. Then,with the cheerful fire going outside, the four young people prepared tospend the night. That it would be lonesome they well knew, but theyhoped Mr. Bobbsey would come and find them, perhaps with a searchingparty.
The warm chocolate, the warmth of the fire, the effect of the wind,weariness of the long walk, and the work of making a shelter, allcombined to make the boys and girls sleepy in spite of their strangesituation. First one and then the other would nod off, to awake with astart, until finally they were all asleep.
How long he had been slumbering thus, in little snow-tent, Bert did notknow. He suddenly awoke with a start, and listened. Yes, he heardsomething! The sound of someone tramping through the woods. A heavy bodyforcing its way through the bushes!
At first Bert's heart beat rapidly, and he thought of wild animals. Thenhe realized that none was near Snow Lodge. He glanced about. Thecampfire was burning only dimly, and by the light of it, as it came inthrough the opening of the shelter, the boy could see the otherssleeping, curled up on the soft branches.
The sound of someone approaching sounded louder. Bert looked about forsome s
ort of weapon. There was none in the tent. Then he almost laughedat himself.
"How silly!" he exclaimed, "Of Course it's father, or someone lookingfor us. I'll give a call."
He crawled to the edge of the shelter, looked out, and raised his voicein a shout:
"Hello there! Here we are! Father, is that you?"
Those inside the little snow-covered tent awoke with a start. Berttossed some light wood on the fire and it blazed up brightly. By itsglow the boy saw, coming into the circle of light, a man dressed inthick, heavy garments, with a coonskin cap on his head. Over hisshoulder was a gun, and he had some rabbits and birds slung at his back.
"Hello!" called the man to Bert, who was now outside the little tent."Who are you?"
"Bert Bobbsey," was the answer. "My sister and cousins are here. We gotlost and made this shelter. Were you looking for us?"
"Well, not exactly," said the hunter slowly, as he leaned on his gun,and looked at the fire, then at Bert and next on Nan, Dorothy and Harry,who by this time had come from the tent. "Not exactly, but maybe it's agood thing I found you. The storm is growing worse. What did you sayyour name was?"
"Bert Bobbsey."
The hunter started.
"Any relation to Mr. Richard Bobbsey?" he asked.
"He's my father."
"You don't say so! Well, I'm glad to hear that. It will give me a chanceto do him a good turn. I'm Henry Burdock," the hunter went on.
It was the turn of Bert and Nan to be surprised.
"Henry Burdock!" repeated Bert. "Are you the nephew of Mr. Carford?"
"Yes," was the low reply. "Do you know him?"
"Why, we're stopping at his place--Snow Lodge," said Bert. "We got lostcoming from there to take some pictures. Oh, Mr. Burdock, can you takeus back there?"
"Snow Lodge--Snow Lodge," said the hunter slowly. His voice was sad, asthough the place had bitter memories for him.