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Macksey when it had been ascertained, by an observation from the cupola, that the fall of snow was over. "We'll see if we can't raise the embargo." But it was no easy matter. All the doors were blocked by drifts, and in making a tunnel through snow it is just as necessary to have some place to put the removed material as it is in tunneling through the side of a hill.
"Oh, riding down hill!" cried Alice, with girlish enthusiasm. "What fun! May I steer a bob?" "Alice, you never could!" cried Ruth. "Pooh! I've done it lots of times!" her sister answered. "Yes, when you were a little girl, perhaps, with two sleds held together," laughed Mr. Pertell. "This will be different. Mr. Macksey tells me he has two big, old-fashioned bobsleds in one of the barns.
Pertell was operating the moving picture camera, getting view after view of the rescue. There were enough helpers so that his aid was not needed in chopping the ice. "There she goes!" cried Mr. Macksey, as his axe went through an opening and into the cave. "I've made the hole!" and he capered about like a boy, so delighted was he that he had been the first to bring aid to the imprisoned ones.
"And I think I shall cast you as Lorna." "Oh, how nice!" she laughed. "But who will be John Ridd? We need a great big man for him!" "Well, I was thinking of using Mr. Macksey," went on the manager, with a look at the hunter. "What? Me have my photograph took in moving pictures!" cried the keeper of the Lodge. "Why, I don't know how to act!"
There had been a considerable quantity sifted down on what was already about Elk Lodge, but there was not enough to hinder traffic for the sturdy lumbermen and hunters of that region. The wind had died down, and it was not cold, so when Mr. Macksey announced that he was going back after the broken-down sleigh, Ruth and Alice asked permission to accompany him. Before starting off Mr.
Soft as they really were, the wind gave them the feeling of pieces of sand and stone. On through the storm went the delayed party. And then, when each one, in spite of his or her fortitude, was almost giving up in despair at the cold and the anxiety Mr. Macksey shouted out; "Whoa! Here we are! All out for Elk Lodge!"
Get axes and chop us out! We've only got our knives!" "We'll be with you in a moment!" said another voice, which they recognized as that of Mr. Macksey. "We'll have to go for a couple of axes!" And then, as the hunter started back to Elk Lodge, Mr.
The horses, too, disliked to face the stinging blast, and shifted their places. "Get behind such shelter as you can!" cried Mr. Macksey, above the roar of the storm. "This is a genuine blizzard and it's death to be unprotected. Get into the sleds, and cover up with the blankets. I'll have to go for help!" The warning by Mr.
But in spite of the fact that his animals were safe, except for the two that had died, Mr. Macksey seemed worried. Several times he paid a visit to the cellar, or the store room, where the provisions were kept, and more than once the girls heard him murmuring to himself. "What is the trouble?" Alice asked him once, as he came up from a trip to the cellar.
DeVere, who remained outside the ice cave, explained through a crevice in the ice wall that made conversation possible how, becoming uneasy at the failure of his daughters to return, he had set out, in company with Mr. Macksey to look for them. In their turn Ruth and Alice, with occasional words from Russ and Paul, told how they had become imprisoned. "Are you hurt?" asked Mr. DeVere, anxiously.
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