Good-bye, and come again when you're grown up." "Those fellows don't know much about good manners," thought Hen Dutcher ruefully, as he started to run over the snow crust.
"Now that Hen is gone we'll be able to stay here a day or two longer," Dave announced.

"We'll have the food to do it with." "There's one good point about Hen Dutcher, anyway," grimaced Tom Reade.
"He's a good, sincere eater." "He was eating us out of camp," Dick replied.

"Now, fellows, with Hen and Fits gone, we're all by ourselves--just the crowd that we want.

The snowcrust will bear, and we can move about.

We ought to have a jolly time tramping about through the woods." "Hunting!" proposed Harry.