"How can a fellow who's going to work hard beat his way, I'd like to know ?" "If you don't think you'd have to beat your way, to reach the wood pile to-night," retorted Tom, "then just go out again and face the wind and storm.

Hen, are you going ?" "No, I'm not," snapped Dutcher.
"Then I'm a prophet," declared Reade solemnly.

"I can see you and me having trouble." "I won't go," cried Hen, with an ugly leer.

"I know what you want to do.

You want to drive me out to that shanty, so that big fellow will jump on me.