It would be difficult to lose it unless deep snow fell.

With lowered heads and fur caps pulled well down, they plodded on, until at length George stopped where the shadowy mass of a bluff loomed up close in front of them.
"I'll leave you here and make for the shack," he said.

"I want to see if there are any letters." "It's far too risky," Edgar pointed out.

"You'll get lost as soon as you leave the beaten trail." "I'll have the bluff for a guide, and it isn't far from the end of it to the small ravine.

After that I shouldn't have much trouble in striking the fallow." "It's doubtful," Edgar persisted.