The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-08-09
OUT OUR WAY

CHAPTER FOURTEEN Cont
we might have to wait there for
hours" Dan unused. Better to
lflounder down there, as you sug-
Igested, and leave some sort of a
signal. If we hung a red flag there,
the man must stop, and then we
could leave a note, asking him
to"
To blow five or six times with
his whistlel" Patricia suggested.
But then it would take us an hour
to get down there" she added.
"They must send UP for us today,
Dan" she presently said anxiously,
Jas he remained thoughtful and 81
lent.
IT SHOULD think so" he an
i swered. Unless your aunt
thinks that we didn't come, and
my mother thinks we are safe with
the rest of them. It's a tossup
whether they find it out How in
the name of everything sane did
the Throckmorton's think they we're
going to get up here. anyway"
1T was Roberta's idea" Patricia
explained, "a regular primitive coun-
try party. There is an old fellow
named Thurston who is station
agent in summer. and has a team,
and I imagine that they wrote him
that the boxes would arrive-oh,
DAM" Patricia broke of. with a
child's joyous laugh. Happy New
Year"
by George, so it is" he answered,
as she gayly stretched both hands
TO him across the table, We'll" he
added. sit starts in heaven, when
ever it ends"
"will you fry me one more egg?"
was the girls prosaic response. And
hook at that toast. Do people in
mountain cabins always eat so
much. do you suppose?"
After breakfast" Dan derceed,
swell wrap up warm. and see what
We can do. 1 creased your shoes
i must have read in some kids book,
long ago, that shoes had to be
creased"
Il saw that you die. They're just
as soft as ever; a thousand thanks"
Patricia buttered fresh toast rapidly,
and put piece on his plate. I'll
tell YOU what, Dam" she added,
SweTl make a fire in the kitchen
and roast that turkey. If we are
rescued, we'll have to come back
here anyway to put the fires out.
and we can have it for lunch, and
if we're not we'll have New Years
dinner Her voice stopped; she
was confused by his look.
ITO you like this2" he asked in
II tensely, from the hearth. They
looked into each others eyes.
Il think-I think 1 have never
liked anything so much" she an
swered. Its like fairy talel"
up here alone with you, roasting
our own turkey for our New Years
dinner" he said half aloud. by
gosh. If I see a rescue party coming
up that trail. I'll stand on the porch
and shoot it."
Laughing in the first enveloping
breath of the pure. sweet, freezing
air. they presently set out. Patricia
had pinned up her skirt, tied her
small hat firmly with pillows of veil.
And still the first few steps into the
sinking, whirling, bewildering white
ness exhausted her suddenly and
surprisingly.
Snow crept melting and wet into
the collar Of her coat, snow tickled
her eyelids. she felt the wet snow
penetrate her stockings above her
high boots. The heavy, icy at
moSphere penetrated her lungs like
q pain.
Floundering, laughing and gasp
ing she struggled along in Dams
footprints, presently catching him
with gloved hands and leaning help
lessly against him while she recov-
cred her breath.
Its like breathing-chopped ice!"
she gasSed. her rosy. exquisite face
close to his.
For a minute he looked down at
her. close in his arms like some
lovely forest bird that painted and
rested against him. But his impaS-
sive face did not change: he turned
and plowed his way ahead OF her
and. rosy shouting. slipping and stin
pushing on. she followed him.
What is it?" she called. stopping
10 point up at a soft clump of small
blue-green leaves above her head. A
second later she recognized the
mistletoe. and they both laughed.
Stop laughing and talking" he
commanded: you need every ounce
OF your energy"
I never can make the station,
she confessed. stopping knee-deep in
dugy crystal whitcness. But