Again it was necessary to pull a latch-string, after which the door of the shanty yielded.
"Why, there's a cook stove in here, and a table and a couple of chairs," cried Tom.

"This must have been the summer cook house." "We'll use it for our jail to lock up the bad ones in," jested Dick.
"There are no bunks here for sleeping." "What do you say if we get some of those logs and start a fire in the big cabin ?" pleaded Dan.

"I'm getting chilled." The idea prevailed.

But the youngsters found snow between the logs, which were tightly frozen in place.

After a good deal of work and much panting, Dick and Dave succeeded in freeing one log.
"Huh!" grunted Dan, who had not done any of the work.