ng for his coat.

In this way the Grammar School boys worked rapidly and effectively. Hen
was the only one in the crowd who made any objection to the amount of
work put upon him. Yet it was an hour and a half, from the start, before
Dick would agree that there was wood enough in the cabin.

"For it may snow for three days, and grow colder all the time," Prescott
explained. "By morning it may be impossible to get out at all. We don't
want to freeze to death."

Truth to tell, the exercise had put all of the Grammar School boys in a
fine glow. When, at last, the big lot of wood had been moved and stacked
up inside, and they closed the door for good at last, not one of them,
despite his hard work in the biting storm, felt really chilled.

"Now, what shall we do?" demanded Dave, his eyes dancing.

"Do you know what time it is?" asked Dick.

"Not far from ten o'clock."

"Yes; past bed time for all of us."

"Do you feel sleepy?" demanded Dave.

"I don't," chorused four or five.

"Let's sit up as late as we like, for once," proposed Greg Holmes.
"That's part of the fun of camping."

"Humph! I want to go to bed," gaped Dutcher.

"Well, there's nothing to stop you, Hen," responded Dick pleasantly. "If
you're really sleepy our chatting won't keep you awake."

"What bed shall I take?" inquired Hen.

"Any one that you like best. There are eight bunks to only seven
fellows, you know."

Hen took a look, finally deciding on one of the two that were nearest to
the chimney.

"What blankets shall I use?" he asked.

Dick looked rather blank at that question.

"Use the ones you brought with you," advised Harry Hazelton.

"But I didn't bring any with me," grunted Hen. "Hurry up, for I'm awful
sleepy."

"Well, you see, Hen," Dick went on, "we're in something of a fix on the
blanket question. Each fellow brought his own, and on a night like this
any fellow who lends any of his bedding is bound to catch cold when the
fire runs lower and the place gets chilly."

"But I gotter have blankets," whined Dutcher. "I can't freeze, either."

"I'll tell you what you do, Hen," Dick went on. "There are seven
overcoats in the crowd. They'll keep you warm enough."

"But there's snow on the coats, or where the snow has melted its water,"
objected Hen. "I'll tell you what you do. You fellows are going to sit
up and you can wait for the coats to dry. Let me have a set of blankets,
and some other fellow take the coats when they're dr