We ought to keep him warm." Our own wet clothes had dried by that time, and, feeling hungry, we ate a part of our luncheon.

Night came on with snow squalls; the wind roared in the forest.

It was so bleak that we gave up all idea of going home; and, after bringing in ten or a dozen armfuls of wood, we settled down to spend the night there.

Still Tom slept, but he breathed easier and had ceased to shiver.

Suddenly he sat up and cried, "Help!" "Don't you know where you are ?" Addison asked.