the whole place began to
grow warmer, and the children grew drowsier.

They laid down in their blankets to talk plans for working Jumpin' Jane,
but soon fell asleep.

They might have slept on until found by Jim in the morning, but the fire
died down again and the cold made the twins restless. Finally, Don sat
up and grumbled for more covers. Finding himself on a hard floor he
soon recalled their escapade. He looked about. The moon had set and a
grey streak showed through the cut announcing that dawn was on its way.

"Guess I had better not sleep any more," said Don to himself, as he got
up and looked into the fire-pot.

"Gee, she's most out again!" said he, looking about for kindlings.

Some twigs and small pieces of pine were in a box not seen in the dark
of the night, so Don threw them all into the embers and as soon as they
were burning, he pushed one of the chunks of pine inside. He looked down
at Dot and was about to call her to duty, then thought better of it and
decided to have a roaring fire going before he made her get up.

In the growing light he found all the pine wood he wanted and soon had a
fierce fire blazing away in the engine. The sparks that flew out of the
funnel shot up and seemed to act like tiny demons dancing in the wind
that tossed them up and over the trees.

Dot awoke with the noise Don made about the engine, and jumped up to see
what was cracking the engine to pieces.

"It's the steam!" explained Don. "I haven't found the right valve to
turn it into the feeder."

"Why, Jim said this big black handle did it," advised Dot, taking hold
of a valve handle.

Don turned it a bit and immediately the feeder began banging and
cracking like a cannon.

"Sounds just like our radiator in the playroom at Oakwood, doesn't it?"
grinned Dot.

"Yes," said Don, absent-mindedly, as he looked out of the little window
at the small trees lying about.

"We may as well carry those trees out of the way for the men to begin
work tomorrow. You know, Mr. Latimer said he would have to get them
cleaned out of the path for the big ones to come down," said Don.

"But--can you work Jane?" asked Dot.

"Sure thing! Didn't Jim show me just how to do it?"

"What do you want me to do to help you?" asked Dot.

"We'll have breakfast first, then we'll go to work," replied Don, taking
the sandwiches from his pocket.

"I'm glad now that I didn't eat my apple, 'cause I'm so awful hungry. I
just can taste how good th