“I don’t feel much like stirring from the fire,” came from Fred.
“See Fred, doubled up like a squaw,” cried Bart. “Fred, are you toasted yet?”
“Never mind, I noticed you grumbled as much as I did, during the night,” returned the stout youth.
“Did I?”
“Did you? Well, I just guess. You wanted all the extra blankets, you did.”
“Never mind, boys,” said Joel Runnell. “We’ll have a good hot breakfast, and that will warm us all up.”
Pancake flour had been brought along by Link and Bart, and that morning they had coffee, pancakes, and fried rabbit. They did full justice to the meal, and as old Runnell had said, all felt warm and in better humor after the repast was finished.
It remained cold all day, and the boys spent the time around the shelter, cutting more firewood, and fixing the place up so that the wind could not get in quite so freely. Link started another snowball fight, but it did not last.
Yet Link was out for some fun, and at supper time he reminded Harry of the trick to be played on Teddy.
“I’m willing,” came from Harry, readily. “But I think we ought to let the others know, so they can enjoy the fun.”