Again they moved forward, the wind and snow cutting each in the face, and sometimes almost blinding them. They had to rest twice before they reached the spot of Chet's thrilling adventure. Again the search began, and it was kept up until both lads were wellnigh exhausted from stooping over and "sifting" the snow. Andy straightened his back and gave a sigh. "I guess it's no use," he groaned. "They are gone! I'll never see them again! And that claim is gone, too!" "Oh, don't give up yet!" cried Chet, trying to cheer him up. "If we can't locate them tonight, we'll do it in the morning when the sun shines. They must be somewhere around. They made quite a package, with a rubber band around it, and such a package can't vanish completely." To this Andy could only answer with a sigh. He doubted very much if the precious documents would ever come to light again. Utterly fagged out, the boys turned their backs on the wind and made their way to Professor Jeffer's cabin. Here they found the others anxiously awaiting their return. "What luck?" sang out Barwell Dawson. "None," answered Andy, and dropped into a chair as tired out as he was disheartened. "You'll have to go out in the morning." "Just what I said," came from Chet. "Oh, we'll get those papers back, don't worry." But although he spoke thus lightly, it was only to cheer his chum up. He, too, was afraid the documents were gone forever. Andy's sleep was a troubled one. He dreamed that his Uncle Si was after him, and that both had a tussle in the snow over the papers. Then A. Q. Hopton came up with a pitchfork, speared the papers, and bore them off in triumph. He awoke to find Chet shaking him. "Andy, stop your groaning!" Chet was saying. "You are going on to beat the band!" "I guess I had a nightmare," answered Andy, sheepishly. "What time is it?" "Just getting daylight." "Then I am going to get up, eat a little breakfast, and start on another search for those papers." "Sure--and I'll go along." The boys arose as quietly as possible, and dressing, went to the kitchen and prepared their morning meal of wheat cakes and a small moose steak, and coffee. They were just finishing the repast when Professor Jeffer showed himself. "Up early, I see," he said, with a smile. "We are going to look for those papers again," explained Chet. "To be sure. Well, I trust you find them, although I am afraid you will have quite a search." The sun was just peering over the trees to the eastward when the two lads left the cabin. It promised to be a clear day. It was intensely cold, and the wind still blew, although not so hard as during the day and the night gone by. Andy took the lead, and each boy strained his eyes to catch sight of anything that might look like the documents. Once Andy saw something at a distance, and ran to it with a rapidly beating heart. But it was nothing but a strip of birch bark, and again his heart sank.