d been passed to him.

"They ought to be good," returned Fred. "My face was nearly burned off
baking them."

"And please don't ask me to make any more doughnuts," announced Randy.
"If I had to run a bake shop, I'd charge about twice as much as the
regular bakers do."

"He'd charge for the hole in the doughnut," came from his twin, with a
grin.

During the day they had once or twice heard a sound outside that was new
to them. They were not sure, but Jack thought it might be a wolf, and to
this Gif agreed.

"There are wolves prowling around here," said the latter. "But I never
knew of any to come close to the Lodge."

"More than likely he's hungry and wants something to eat, and has
smelled our stuff cooking," ventured Fred.

They had an early supper, and then Gif said they would have to get in
another supply of wood from the shed before retiring.

"And we might as well get in a good supply while we are at it," he
added. "If this snow keeps coming down we may not be able to get out at
all to-morrow unless we do a lot of shoveling."

It was no easy job to get to the woodshed, for the wind was still
blowing furiously. When they opened the back door of the Lodge the snow
came swirling in, almost blinding them.

"No use of you fellows trying it," announced Jack to Fred and Stowell.

"That's it," said Gif. "Four of us going out will be more than enough.
You fellows can push the snow away from the door if you want to."

With their overcoats buttoned up tightly and their caps pulled well down
over their ears, Gif, Jack and the twins sallied forth in the direction
of the woodshed, which was about fifty yards away. They had all they
could do to make any progress, and when the shed was gained they were
almost winded.

"Say, we were foolish not to get this wood before," panted Gif.

"Well, there is no use of finding fault now," answered Jack. "Come on.
Now we have packed down the path a little it won't be quite so hard."

The four boys made two trips to the woodshed, each time bringing all the
logs they could carry. Then Randy wanted to call a halt.

"I'm about played out," said he. "Let us get the rest in to-morrow."

"That's just what I say," gasped his twin. "No use of killing
ourselves."

"I'm going to make one more trip," said Gif.

"And so am I," added Jack.

The pair stepped out of the house with the others watching them. In a
minute more they disappeared from view in the storm and the darkness.

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