"I don't know!" replied Will. "I'm going out to see in a minute."
But Tommy and Sandy were out of the door and chasing around the corner of the house before Will could disentangle himself from the blanket.
Instead of passing outside, then, he stepped over to the window and looked out. The boys were there looking over the freshly fallen snow with an electric searchlight.
"Did I see anything?" asked Will with a note of victory in his voice.
"Somebody saw something!" answered Sandy. "There's blood on the snow! Some one found a bullet!"
"I'm going to dress and find out where these tracks lead to!" Tommy declared. "This is too much mischief for me!"
"Stick your face up in the air," advised Will with a grin.
"Snow!" shouted Tommy with a gesture of disgust. "These tracks'll be full of the beautiful before we could walk forty rods!"
"That's about the size of it!" agreed Will. "So you may as well come back into the house and we'll go back to bed."
When the boys entered and closed the door again, it was four o'clock and they decided not to go back to bed again that night.