," advised their father.

"We won't," returned Alice. "Don't you want to come, Daddy?"

"Too busy. I'm studying a new part," he said.

So the two moving picture girls started off, and soon were tramping
through the woods, following an old lumber trail.

"This leads to the camp of Flaming Arrow," said Alice, for they had paid
the promised visit some time before. "Shall we take it?"

"Yes, but not all the way to the lumber camp," objected Ruth. "That is
too far."

"Oh, I wouldn't think of going there now," responded Alice. "I mean to
branch off on the new path I spoke of."

The day was pleasant, but there was the hint of a storm in the feeling
of the air and in the clouds, and the hint was borne out a little later,
for a fine snow began sifting down.

The girls kept on, however though Ruth wanted to turn back at the first
white flake.

"There's going to be a storm," she declared.

"What of it?" asked Alice, with a merry laugh. "It will be all the more
fun!"

But a little later, when the wind suddenly sprang into fury, and lashed
the flakes into their faces with cutting force, even Alice was ready to
turn back.

"Come on," she cried to her sister. "We'd better not go to the snow
grotto--that was a natural curiosity I wanted to show you. But we'll
have to wait until another time."

"I should think so!" exclaimed Ruth. "This is terrible! Oh, suppose we
should be lost?"

"How can we be, when all we have to do is to follow the path back to Elk
Lodge?"

Alice thought it would be as easily done as she had said, and Ruth
trusted to the fact that her sister had been that way on a previous
occasion. But neither of them realized the full force of the storm, nor
how easy it was to mistake the way in blinding snow.

They emerged from a little clump of woods, and then they felt the full
force of the blast in their faces.

"Oh, Alice, we can't go on!" cried Ruth, halting and turning her face
aside.

"But we must!" Alice insisted. "We've got to get back. We can't stay out
in this snow. It's a small-sized blizzard now, and it is growing worse."

"Oh, what shall we do?" cried Ruth, almost sobbing.

"We must keep on!" declared Alice, grimly.

They locked arms and bent their heads before the blast. They tried to
keep to the path, but after a few moments of battling with the storm,
Ruth cried:

"Alice where are we?"

"On the way to Elk Lodge, of course."

"No, we're not. We're off the path! See, we didn't come