"Carl, get a move on you. We're going to try to make the Long Tom ranch house," said Ted. "I'll lead, and you follow. If you lose sight of me, yell to me and I'll come back. I've got my pocket searchlight, and will send you back a flash now and then."
Carl was half frozen and would have been pleased to get down and walk the rest of the distance, but he knew the danger that surrounded them, and simply yelled back "Yah!" and gathered up the reins for a start.
"Come on, Stella," said Ted. "We're going to try to make the ranch house."
Without a word Stella followed him, and the little caravan struck into the teeth of the snow-laden wind, which was now blowing half a gale.
The wagon moved slowly through the snow, which was getting deeper every minute, and was like heavy sand.
Every few minutes Carl's voice could be heard, and Ted called back to him.
Ted was traveling entirely by instinct, for it was so dark that he could not see a foot in front of them.