CHAPTER XXI

A Cry for Help When the Hardy boys and their chums awakened that morning they found that the storm of the night before had increased in fury to such an extent that the mainland was no longer visible. The island was completely isolated. As far as the eye could reach, the boys could see nothing but swirling sheets of snow. “Looks as if we’ll have to stay indoors to-day,” said Frank, as he lit the fire. “A nuisance!” Chet grumbled. “I thought we could go out in the ice-boat this morning.” “We’d probably get lost out i…