It was not for nothing that he
had been driving over this country, under all possible conditions of
weather, for nearly five years.
When they had crossed the railroad which marked the end of the main
highway between two towns and the beginning of the narrow side road
which led off across country to the farmhouse of the sleighing party,
conviction that the young people had been stalled somewhere on the great
plain they were crossing became settled.
It was with the utmost difficulty that Doctor Churchill kept the road.
Only the fact that the storm was showing signs of decreasing, and that
now and then came moments when he could see more clearly the outlying
indications of fence and tree and infrequent habitation assured him that
he had not lost the way.
"Hark!" cried Charlotte, suddenly, as they plowed along.
For the instant the wind had lulled. Doctor Churchill stopped his
horses, and the three held their breath to listen. After a brief
interval came the faint, far toot of a horn. Then, away to the left, a
light suddenly flashed, vanished, and flashed again.
"There they are!" cried three exultant voices.
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