A dozen steps, and both went down in a hollow, Roger rolling on top of his chum. The spot was like a huge washbowl, and all of the sides were covered with ice. They tried to scramble out, only to slip back over and over again.
"This is the limit!" cried Roger, desperately. "If we Oh, wait!" He felt in his pocket. "Hurrah!"
"What is it?"
"Tve got five matches. I'm going to light one."
"Make it last as long as possible," was Dave's advice.
The match was ignited and the boys gazed around the hollow. Dave found some bits of projecting rocks and pulled himself up, and Roger came behind, the match burning itself out in the meanwhile. Then they pushed on, until they presently came to an opening through which the snow came down.
"Out at last!" murmured Dave. "I am thankful for that!"
"We have reached the open air, but we are not out of our difficulty," returned the senator's son.
"I can't see anything of the road, can you?"
"Not yet, but it must be somewhere in the neighborhood, for we went upward in the cave."
They had come out at a point where there was a small table-land, which the wind of the night be-
