Roy J. Snell

“ Would the snow-fog continue? If it did, would they ever be able to locate the two tiny islands which were, after all, mere rocky pillars jutting from a sea of ice?
Phi did not sit long on the ice-pile under the snow-fog. He was born for action. Something must be done. As he rushed back over the way by which he had come, something caught his eye.
An immense ice-pan had been up-ended by the press of the drift. It had toppled half over and lodged across the edge of a smaller cake. Now, like an ancient drawbridge, it hung suspended over the black moat of the salt-water channel.
"'OH, MARION! ”

“ We can see them! We can! We can!"
"What can we see?" asked Marion.
"The stars!"
It was true. The snow-fog, though spread over the vast surface of the ice, was shallow. The stars gleamed through it, as if there were no fog at all. Wildly their hearts beat now with hope.
"If we can locate the Big Dipper," said Lucile, whose astronomical research had been of a practical sort, "we can follow the line made by the two stars at the lower edge of the Dipper and find the north star. All we have to do then is to let the north star guide us home." ”

“ All at once Marion remembered the large skin-boot track by the cabin on the beach and the one on the ice-floe.
"Yes," she said, "that explains it. He stole it from my paint-box. It was he who threw our things about while searching for it."
"But it wouldn't do him any good," the boy's face took on a puzzled expression; "it's written in Greek."
"Probably going across to find some one who could read it."
"Probably."
For a time they were silent.
"I—I guess I may as well tell you about it," said the boy. "It's really no great mystery; no great story of the discovery of gold, or anything. ”