CHAPTER XIV
New Quarters
The twins watched the departure of their chums and then turned back into the house. Mac closed the door and walked over to the fire, rubbing his hands.
“It doesn’t do to get far away from the fire these days,” he grinned.
“Not for long,” his brother admitted. “We had better get over to the lodge and start a fire there. That place is going to be cold.”
“Yes, and it will take some time to warm it up, too. Did Barry leave the key?”
Tim took it from his pocket. “Here it is. Let’s take some of the stuff and go on over there.”
They put on coats and hats and, taking a few things with them, left the Bronson cabin and crossed to the lodge. Tim unlocked the front door of Bluff Lodge, and they went in. The interior of the lodge was cold, and their breath stood out in dense white clouds. Without lingering in the hall they went directly to the big living room and put their equipment on the window seats.
“The first thing we had better do,” Mac suggested, “is to get the fire going. This fireplace looks like a good one, and it shouldn’t take long. Want to put paper in while I go haul a load of wood on the sled?”
“We haven’t got the sled,” Tim reminded him. “Barry and Kent have it, so you’ll have to carry some over.”
“That’s so, I had forgotten. They took the sled to bring home the well-known bacon.”