Dick and Greg were slipping rapidly into coats, caps, overshoes and mittens.

Dick picked up the crowbar and Greg the lantern.
Hen Dutcher, making the gloomy discovery that it must be work or fight, submitted sulkily.
"Don't hold the door open.

Open it when we holler," was Dick's parting direction.
"Whew!" muttered Greg, as they stepped outside.

The wind blew in their faces as they went around the end of the cabin, nearly taking their breath, while the snow proved, even now, to be above their knees.
"We can do this in the morning just as well," cried Hen, panting in the effort to make himself heard.

"Let's go back." "You try it, if you dare!" challenged Greg, waving the lantern in the other boy's face.
Even with that short distance to go, it took the three youngsters some little time to reach the great pile of logs.