raced to the log cabin, where they caught up the water buckets, a dishpan and other utensils that would hold water.

Dick also snatched up a hatchet, for he knew that the spring would be frozen over.
Fast as they worked at the spring, the shack was well ablaze by the time that the Grammar School boys returned with the first water.
"Why don't you fellows brace up and do something, Ripley ?" Dick queried, as he ran up with water.
"What is there for us to do ?" Fred demanded rather soberly.
"Find something to do.

Show yourself a man." "Now, don't you turn impudent again," Ripley warned young Prescott angrily.

"It was that sort of thing that started the first trouble." "You'd better find something to do, for your father has charge of this property," Dick shot back over his shoulder, as he ran toward the spring.
[Illustration: Dick and Dave Were Boosted to the Cabin Roof.] "Look!" called Dave, as Dick & Co.

started once more for the spring.
"It's too late.