we must be plucky and keep up each other's hearts—not fuss."
Willie was hurt; he had tried with all his might to be plucky and cheery, and Roy never appreciated his efforts! But he toiled on.
And now came a new difficulty such as they had not reckoned upon. They had reached the top of a very high ridge, when they were aware that the sky was overcast, and that a fine, misty rain was beginning to fall. They pushed on, but the mist pushed on faster. In five minutes, they could not see two feet before them.
"We must wait till this is over," Roy said carelessly. So they drew under the edge of a boulder again, and waited. But time passed, and the mist only grew more dense. The boys chafed at the waste of time; they did not know that a great danger was over them. To be lost in a real mountain mist is what the oldest
