"But I was going through the forest when the big snowstorm came up, and----" "And you made Prescott's crowd invite you into the cabin ?" pressed Spoff Henderson.
"Ye-es," claimed Hen reluctantly.
"What have you got to say about all this yarn, Dick Prescott ?" called Wrecker Lane.
"Why, from all we've heard," Dick answered dryly, "I don't see any need of adding anything to Hen's story of events.

He seems capable of telling all about it himself." "And Hen really was brave when Mr.Fits was around ?" "He says so, doesn't he ?" inquired Dick.
Several laughs answered this question, and Hen began to fidget.
"I wonder what has become of Fits, anyway ?" suggested Ned Allen.
"We saw him here in Gridley, not ten minutes ago," broke in Dave Darrin.
"We notified the police, too." "Is that right ?" demanded a dozen boys at once.
"Yes," nodded Dick.
"And Fits knocked Dick down," said Harry Hazelton, "but," continued he, "maybe it was that Dutcher boy that he was really looking for." Hen's face became very pallid and his jaw dropped.

He didn't look the hero that he had been claiming to be a minute before.

Most of the boys in the crowd began to laugh.
"I've a good mind to tell the crowd that Hen really came out to the forest to help Fred Ripley's crew against us," whispered Harry in Prescott's ear.
"Don't you do it," Dick warned him sternly.

"We don't have to blab.