CHAPTER XII.
BLIZZARD TOIL AND A MYSTERY "Our old college chum, Mr.Fits, isn't stirring yet," reported Greg Holmes, after looking out through the rear window that offered the best view of the cook shack at the rear.
"Too bad," muttered Tom Reade, turning away from a front window where he was watching only the steady fall of the flakes.

"If he were a neighbor worth having he'd come out and offer to shovel the paths." "I wonder how cold it is outdoors ?" pondered Hazelton aloud.
"Somewhere below zero, certainly," rejoined Tom.

"Suppose we call that definite enough ?" "I'd like to get out into this storm," hinted Dave.
"So would I," nodded Dick with energy.

"It would be fine to be out in the grandest storm that we've ever seen! Down in Gridley I suppose the folks have the sidewalks cleaned off." "Don't you believe it," objected Dan Dalzell.

"Not in this storm.