"The fire will show him," said Madge, quickly.
"Perhaps he is hurt," said Helen.
"Shout!" commanded Ruth.
They raised their voices in a ragged chorus of cries. "Again!" cried Ruth, and that time they sent their halloo out into the storm with more vigor and unanimity. Once more, after they had waited a full minute, they could plainly distinguish the word "Help!"
"This won't do," said Ruth, briskly. "Whoever it is cannot get to us."
"And we can't get to him!" cried Lluella.
"I am going to try. I'll go alone. You girls keep hollering. I won't go out of earshot," promised Ruth.
"Don't do it, Ruthie! You'll be lost," cried Helen. "Then whatever should we do?"
"I won't get lost—not if you girls continue to shout," returned her chum.
She had buttoned her coat about her and pulled the skating cap she wore down over her ears, yet not too low to muffle them. Again the cry came wandering through the storm. Ruth started down the bank of the gully; the cry came from the other side of the hollow, she was sure—almost directly opposite the ledge on which they had taken shelter.
When she plunged off the ledge she at once
