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But the others, especially the drivers of the two sleds, with anxious looks on their cold faces, were trying to seek the shelter they so much needed, and also look to the restless horses. For the animals were now almost frantic with their desire to get away from that cutting wind and stinging snow. "Unhitch 'em all!" roared Mr. Macksey to his men.
To turn out to right or left was out of the question, for the snow was so deep that the horses would have floundered helplessly in it. "Well, what's to be done?" asked Mr. DeVere, as he buttoned his coat collar up around his neck, and looked at his two daughters. "I'm afraid I'll have to ask you all to get out," said Mr. Macksey.
And all the remainder of the day she tried in vain to recall where she had seen that face before. Mr. Macksey seemed a trifle disturbed when told of the man being on the hill with a gun. "One of those pesky hunters!" he exclaimed. "I've got notices posted all over the property of Elk Lodge, but they don't seem to do any good.
"You might go up in the cupola on the roof," suggested Mr. Macksey. "You could stand your camera up there and possibly get some views." "I'll do it!" cried Russ. "And may I come?" asked Alice, always ready for an adventure of that sort. "Come along!" he cried, gaily. The cupola was more for ornament than use, but it was large enough for the purpose of Russ.
"I don't like it!" repeated Mr. Pertell, while Mr. Macksey was forcing him back toward the protecting sled. Meanwhile the others, now, if never before, feeling the need of shelter, were struggling through the blinding snow toward the broken sled, from which they had wandered a short time before while listening to the attempts made at solving the problem of getting on.
Macksey, coming back from a trip to the side door, startled them all by announcing: "She's here!" "Who?" asked his wife, looking up from her sewing. "The storm! It's snowing like cotton batting!" Alice rushed to the window. She shaded her eyes with her hands at the side of her head and peered out. It seemed as though the lamplights shone on a solid wall of white, so thickly was the snow falling.
The players were by now in the sled, which, in its damaged condition, had been let down as nearly level as possible. The blankets were pulled up over the side, and Mr. Macksey was preparing to unhitch one of the horses, and set off for help. Then one of the drivers gave a sudden cry, and came running up to his employer. "Look!" he shouted. "The wind's shifted.
That night, as Alice and Ruth were going to bed rather early, on account of the wearying work of the day, they heard voices out in the hall near their room. "Listen!" warned Alice, raising her finger, for Ruth was talking. "It's Mr. and Mrs. Macksey," said Ruth. "I know. But what are they saying? It's something about those strange hunters who were seen about here once before." Mr.
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