freeze, though it was anything but pleasant to think of lying there in the snow all night. But he would make himself as comfortable as possible, so he crawled to one side of the road, and brushed snow off from a flat boulder and sat upon it. For an hour he sat in silence, occasionally speaking to Silversheene who stuck close to his side. The wise dog seemed to divine that something was the matter. At first he had started several times down the road and then stopped to look back, thus seeking to get his master started. But he finally seemed to understand that they could not go, so he settled himself by Richard's side to wait his pleasure.
Finally the young man became impatient and bethought himself of shouting for help. This he did until his throat ached, but got only echoes in response. Then he remembered his revolver. Three shots in quick succession was the signal of distress the world over, so he slipped it out and set the echoes ringing with three quick shots.
