CHAPTER XXIV
THE RESCUE OF DUTTON
Through the blinding snow the two cadets tried to peer, in order to see which way they should take to get back to the academy. Neither of them was very familiar with the country, though they had been over part of it in drills and practice marches in the fall. But things wore a different aspect now.
"Which way had we better go?" asked Paul, after a pause. He had to shout to be heard above the noise of the gale.
"I guess the best plan is to keep down the mountain," replied Dick. "We'll strike a road sooner or later leading to Kentfield."
The horses did not like to face the blast, but the young cadets forced them about, and the unwilling steeds started down the slope.
Protected though they were by their heavy winter clothing and overcoats, the two lads felt the cold bitterly. But they were too plucky to give up. The horses could not be urged to more than a walk, and, indeed, faster pace was not safe, as they did not know what the snow might conceal.
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