“Are you going to go back to sleep?” Tim inquired.
“Sleep?” echoed Kent, in disgust. “Not for me! It’s morning, anyway. If we did go to sleep, something else would be sure to happen. I’m sleepy, but no more for me. What a fine night that turned out to be!”
CHAPTER XII
A Surprise Visit
Satisfied by their inspection, the boys now went back into the cabin and began to fix things in order. All of them felt sleepy and somewhat dragged out, but in no mood to return to the sleeping bags. Faint streaks of real daylight were spread across the sky, and a new day was at hand.
It was still snowing lightly, and the wind was cutting and sharp. Before long it was evident that there would be no sunshine that day. The sky was heavy and overcast. The trees were loaded with a mass of clinging white flakes, and the whole landscape was clothed in a simple beauty that the boys admired with enthusiasm.
“If the sun would come out, how this snow would flash and sparkle!” Kent remarked, as they tucked away the bedding and prepared to get breakfast.
“No sun today,” Barry predicted. “In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if we have more snow.”
“Going to move over into that lodge this morning?” Mac inquired.
“I guess so,” Barry nodded. “But first we want to go down to the lake and see if we can find any clues to what went on last night.”
“We ought to scout around a little and see if we can find anyone in the woods who did the shooting,” Tim suggested.