CHAPTER XIX

THE SCHEME REVEALED It seemed to Margy that she sank down as though into a featherbed instead of into a four-foot snowdrift. A feeling akin to panic clutched her, but she pushed it resolutely from her and scrambled from the drift. She saw some half obliterated wagon tracks in the snow and, judging that this was the road Chester Drew had described as running past the hotel, she took it immediately. Something told her that swift action was what was needed. The bitter cold penetrated her warm clothing and viciously at…