fastened. This one is."

All the windows proved to be fastened.

"We don't want to break any glass," said Tom Reade ruefully. "We might
have a big freeze around here, and then we'd appreciate window glass."

Here was a poser, indeed.

"There doesn't seem to be any keyhole, and yet the door is locked,"
muttered Dick, studying the door. "Hold on! What's this string for?"

He took hold of a cord that appeared to run through the wooden barrier.
Giving the cord a hard pull, Dick once more pushed against the door. It
yielded and swung open.

"Hurrah!" sounded the chorus.

"We're bright ones," laughed Dick. "Thought we knew a lot about log
cabins, and we clean, plumb forgot the latch-string."

"Let's get inside and get warm," begged Dan.

"Let's get warm by tumbling the things off the wagon," dissented
Prescott. "I know Joe is in a big hurry to get started back."

So the stuff was bundled off in rapid order, after which Joe backed his
team and swung it around.

"I hope you fellows have a real, nice, loony time!" was Joe's parting
salute.

"Now, let's get the stuff inside," urged Dave. This was done with speed,
if not with order.

"Now, I'll go out and chop firewood," proposed Dave. "Who'll go with
me?"

"Let's all go out and take a look around," suggested Dick. "We want to
know all of our surroundings before dark, which isn't a great way off."

"We can't have a fire too soon to suit me," grumbled Dan.

Outside one of the first sights that met their eyes, back of the cabin,
was a pile of four foot logs that would have measured five or six cords.

"Now, that's what I call bully," gloated Dalzell. "It won't take us long
to have a real fire going in that big chimney-place."

"Let's see what this other little shack is," urged Dick, leading the way
to a log shanty some eight feet by ten. 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 fre