"That gave Mr.
Fits warning.

Then you yelled out again, just as we reached the cabin.
Fits had had time to get on his snowshoes, and then he started.

Whew, but snowshoes seem to be as swift as skates would be on the ice." "Huh! You needn't blame me," sniffed Hen.

"I didn't have anything to do with the rascal getting away.

I'd have gone after him if I had had snowshoes." The absurdity of this was so apparent that Dick & Co.