He put his hands to his mouth and gave a long, clear
hail. He was answered by a similar one. Then followed a peculiar musical
call, which Just, recognising, answered ecstatically.
"It's Jeff!" he shouted. "_Whoop!_ I'll bet he's glad to hear us!"
He was. He came plunging through the last big drift toward them, a
snow-encrusted figure. "Well, well!" he cried, in tones of pleasure and
relief. "I knew you'd come. Where are we, anyhow?"
"A mile off the road. Are you all right? I see you've got a fire.
How's--"
"Evelyn's all right, I think. Since we managed the fire she's fairly
warm again. Plucky as any girl in the crowd, and they're all plucky. How
are we to get our load down to the road?"
"I brought ropes, and we've a strong pair back there. We'll go and get
them, now that we know where you are. You go back to your party and
prepare them to be rescued."
"No, Just can go to the camp, and I'll keep on with you."
Just, being entirely willing to accept the part of rescuer, plowed on
through the big holes Jeff had left in his track. Doctor Churchill and
Jeff made their way back to Charlotte.
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