Elsie had been on the verge of crying for some time, and this new disaster
brought the tears in earnest.
"We shall all freeze to death here!" she sobbed. "Whatever shall we do?"
"You can stop crying, Elsie," said Lancy, who felt bewildered by this new
difficulty. "I am bothered enough already. I suppose it is no use to ask
you girls if you have any kind of string in your pockets," he added.
"No, of course we haven't," replied Elsie, quite cross. "Girls don't fill
their pockets with trash!"
"Here is my belt, Lancy," and Dexie held up a strap of Russian leather. "Do
you think you can bind up the shaft with that?"
After some delay, the shaft was strapped together, and they slowly pressed
onward.
"How far do you think we are from Halifax, Lancy?" Dexie asked, after they
had travelled some distance through the drifts.
"I can hardly say, Dexie, we have come so slowly; but I fear we are not
more than halfway."
This was indeed the truth, and the storm seemed increasing in violence; but
if a thought of danger passed through their minds, no voice was given to
it.
Presently they passed a farmhouse, and they almost decided to stop and ask
shelter; but just here the road seemed better, so they pressed on, knowing
that their absence would make those at home very anxious.
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