6/20 Start--crawl!" Mr.Fits obeyed. He appeared wholly to have lost his nerve, but Dick wasn't so sure, for he ordered sharply: "Watch out, fellows, that he doesn't play 'possum on us. We can't risk that, you know." Mr.Fits, however, by dint of crawling, reached his overcoat and the food. "Now, Mr.Fits, rise, get your things and hustle around to the shack at the rear. Woe unto you, if you try to turn and come back into this cabin! We won't stand any more of you." Like one beaten, and knowing it, Fits shambled out into the storm. |