“So you didn’t bring home Mac’s hog grindings,” Tim grinned.
“We were lucky to bring ourselves home,” Kent retorted. “But we are sure that we know where the sled is, and if the storm lets up tomorrow, we’ll go get it.”
Mac went to the window and looked out, shielding his eyes from the light of the fire. “I believe that the worst of it is over already,” he declared.
“The flakes are coming down slowly.” He turned back and sat down in a wicker chair. “We certainly are glad to see you back again.”
“The sight of this lodge was certainly a most welcome one,” grinned Barry. “We didn’t care whether it was haunted or not!”
They talked for a time and then sought their beds. Kent and Barry were pleased at the change of quarters. They lugged in the mattresses from the beds in the cold bedrooms and placed them on the floor. Mac selected the wide sofa for his resting place, and when they had washed and were ready, they stretched out on the mattresses with various feelings of satisfaction.
“I never was so tired,” Kent yawned.
“What about keeping guard?” Tim suggested. “Suppose that thumping, knocking idiot comes around again?”
“I won’t hear his thumping or knocking,” Barry predicted, with a grin.
“I won’t, either,” Kent said. “Looks like you Ford boys will have to do the chasing.”