ry weird in the moonlight, and
Jumpin' Jane stood like a grim ogre waiting to swallow anything so small
as the twins.

"Oh! but she looks awful!" whispered Dot, as they drew near the great
black thing.

"I hope her fires didn't go out! We couldn't have a speck of fun if they
were," worried Don, as he climbed up inside the caboose to investigate.

Don had flung his blanket over Dot's arm while he climbed into the
machine, but soon he reappeared and told Dot to come in out of the cold,
taking the blankets from her while she got up.

CHAPTER V

JUMPIN' JANE'S ANTICS

"HERE, Dot, throw the blankets down on that seat," said Don, pointing to
a tiny bench next to the boiler.

"I don't see's it's any warmer in here than outdoors," grumbled Dot,
rubbing her eyes and yawning again.

"Soon will be. I haven't looked at the fire, yet," returned Don, as he
tried to open the fire-pot door.

"Gee! fire's most out! I've got to get some wood an' keep her going or
we won't have any fun in the morning."

"There's some pieces right by your side," said Dot, seeing a few sticks
of pine lying by the fire-pot.

"Good stunt! This'll keep her going till I can get some more."

"I saw a big heap of pine knots and thick chunks of wood piled in a heap
back there," Dot yawned.

"Ah, stop your yawning an' help me, can't you!" cried Don, with
exasperation as the wood refused to burn.

"What d'ye want me to do?" asked Dot, testily.

"Go back and get some of those chunks," replied Don.

"I will if you go with me, but I'm not going to walk past those woods
alone. A bear might jump out!"

"Pooh, no bears about--wish there were, then we'd have some fun catching
him," bragged Don.

"Yes you would, like you did the brown calf on the canal," teased Dot.
As the calf-bear story was one Don preferred forgotten, he made no
answer, but prepared to accompany his sister.

"When we get back, that wood in there will be burning," said he, taking
a last look at the smouldering pine.

The twins found the heap of wood and took as much as their arms could
carry. This was strenuous work for the chunks were heavy and awkward,
and the children cold and tired. They managed, however, to lift them to
the engine room and then Don easily dragged them over to the door.

Meantime, his fuel had ignited and the pine was beginning to burn
brightly. One of the large chunks was thrown in and the children felt
better. As soon as the chunk started blazing