It had grown dark and the stars which might have shone in the sky were
hidden by heavy clouds.
"Not too far now, remember," said Nan.
The wind had veered around and was blowing directly down the lake, so,
almost before they knew it, the _Ice Bird_ was flying along at a
tremendous rate of speed. Nan had to hold on tight for fear of falling
off, and had to hold her hat, too, for fear that would be blown away.
"Oh, Bert, this is too fast!" she gasped, catching her breath.
"It's just glorious, Nan!" he cried. "Just hold on, it won't hurt you."
"But--but how are we to get back?"
Bert had not thought of that, and at the question his face fell a
little.
"Oh, we'll get back somehow," he said evasively.
"You had better turn around now."
"Let us go just a little bit further, Nan," he pleaded.
When at last he started to turn back he found himself unable to do so.
The wind was blowing fiercely and the _Ice Bird_ swept on before it in
spite of all he could do.
"Bert! Bert! Oh, why don't you turn around?" screamed Nan. She had to
scream in order to make herself heard.
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