here they could not see a thing. They stood close together, fearing to take another step.
"Hello! hello!" yelled Dave, when he had his breath back, and Roger quickly joined in the cry. To their consternation there was no answer.
"Most likely the others went down, too," said Dave.
"Then they ought to be near here."
"Unless they slipped clear down to the bottom of the mountain. If they did that I guess it's good-bye to them."
"Oh, do you think they've been killed, Dave?"
"I don't know what to think. Let us call again."
They did so, a dozen times or more. But no answer came back. All around them it was as silent as a tomb.
While procuring their outfit Dave had invested in a pocket lantern, and this he now brought forth and lit. By the tiny rays he made out that they had tumbled into a hollow between several large rocks, over which the snow and ice hung thickly. A big bank of snow was in front of them and behind was a black-looking space of uncertain depth.
"Roger, I must confess, I don't like the look of things."
"Don't like the look of things? Well, I guess not, Dave! How are we ever to get out?"
"I don't know."
