SIX BOYS AND ANOTHER IN COLD STORAGE When the chatter had ceased and the fellows were all dropping off to sleep, the interior of the tight old log cabin was still aglow from the light of the fire.

That light was so bright that, one after another, the boys turned over, their faces to the wall.
And then no sound was heard, save the weird howling of the wind outside, with an occasional sputter as a stray gust of snow swept down the broad chimney to the roaring fire.

Every Grammar School boy, as he dropped off to sleep, knew that a big blizzard was still in progress.
"I wonder if I'll sleep a wink, for thinking of Mr.Fits, and what he may try to do to us in the night," thought Dan Dalzell, while his lids fell heavily.

"If I do sleep, it will be to wake every little while with a start.

Well, so much the better.