FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86  
87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   >>   >|  
ows, then," advised Tom dryly. "After that you'll be able to eat the whole critter." "But when are you going to eat?" insisted Hen. "It's noon now." "We'll eat in another hour, I guess, if that suits the crowd," replied Dick. "I'm ready to eat right now," coaxed Dutcher. "But you don't belong to the crowd," retorted Dave Darrin grimly. "Unless you want to put up with bread you'll have to wait until the crowd is ready." "Potatoes will be the first thing ready for dinner, Hen," observed Prescott mildly. "As you're not doing anything outdoors, you might get busy peeling a big pan of potatoes." "See here," flared Dutcher, "I told you before that I'm no servant, and----" But Dick had risen, for the clock informed him that it was time to relieve the shift out in the deep snow. "Suit yourself, Hen," replied Prescott. "If you don't peel the potatoes, and some one else has to do it, then you won't eat any hot dinner to-day. That's flat." "Isn't Dick Prescott just a mean bully?" growled Hen to himself, as the "relief" stepped outdoors to resume work. "See that Hen keeps busy peeling and washing potatoes," Dick advised Greg in passing. Then the three rested shovelers took up the task. The path was now approaching the cook shack at the rear of the cabin. "Queer, isn't it," inquired Dave, "that we don't see a blessed thing of Mr. Fits to-day, and that there's no smoke going up his chimney." "Perhaps he has left these parts," suggested Tom, rather hopefully. "How could he?" Dave wanted to know. "Maybe he went last night." "I doubt if he could get away, even last night, at the hour when we turned him adrift," Darrin contended. "A man might have gone a quarter of a mile, but he couldn't go a whole mile." "He hasn't been out to-day, at any rate," declared Dick. "There isn't a trace of a track anywhere near the shack." "Let's dig up to that window and look in," suggested Dave. This was done. A few minutes later the three boys stood at the window, glancing in at all they could see of the small interior. Beyond the stove and chairs there appeared to be nothing to see. "Well, our dear friend Fits isn't on the premises--that's certain," remarked Dave Darrin. Which conclusion might be true, or, again, might not. CHAPTER XIII A VISITOR BY THE AIR ROUTE When the boys awoke next morning the fire was still burning, though there was not enough of it left to prevent a thin layer of ice
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86  
87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Prescott

 

Darrin

 

potatoes

 

suggested

 

dinner

 
outdoors
 

window

 

peeling

 

Dutcher

 
replied

advised

 
turned
 

adrift

 

contended

 

quarter

 

declared

 

couldn

 

morning

 

prevent

 

Perhaps


burning

 

wanted

 

chimney

 

CHAPTER

 

chairs

 

VISITOR

 

appeared

 

friend

 

remarked

 

premises


conclusion

 
Beyond
 

interior

 

minutes

 

glancing

 
mildly
 

observed

 

Potatoes

 

informed

 

servant


flared

 

insisted

 

critter

 

Unless

 

grimly

 

retorted

 
coaxed
 

belong

 

relieve

 

rested