hind; ahead the lost one shouted out once more.
"Here! here! This way! Help!"
"I'm coming!" responded Ruth Fielding and, beaten as she was by the gale behind, kept steadily on.
The way began to rise before her. She was ascending the other bank of the gully. Suddenly through the snow-wreath that surrounded her she saw something waving. She sprang forward with renewed courage, crying again:
"I'm coming!"
The next moment she seized somebody's gloved hand. "Oh, oh!" cried a shrill, terrified voice. "Who are you? Help me! I am freezing. I can't walk"
"Fred Hatfield!" gasped the amazed girl. "Is it you? What is the matter?"
"Take me to that house. I see the light, but I cannot reach it. Help me, for God's sake!" cried the boy.
She could see his white, pinched face as he lay there more than half buried in the snow. His eyes were feverish and wild and he certainly did not know Ruth.
"Help me out! help me out!" he continued to beg. "My leg is caught."
But it was more weakness and exhaustion than aught else that held the boy in the drift, as Ruth
