IN THE GRIP OF THE BIG BLIZZARD Dick Prescott was squarely in the way.

He didn't flinch or dodge, either.
Like a flash he brought the air rifle up for use.

But there was nothing wicked in Dick Prescott.

Even against such a foe as this big intruder; Dick felt that it would be wrong, wicked, to aim for the face of Mr.
Fits.
Instead, Dick aimed for one of the fellow's legs.

The little buckshot went where aimed, but through the thick trousers and underwear the little missile had no painful effect.
"Get back, you lunatic!" quivered Dan, in the same instant, drawing the arrow to the head, ready to let drive.
But at that interesting moment another of the Grammar School boys saved the situation.