"It's a new stunt for the League," said Ross again, hesitating, but the editor-in-chief broke in impatiently.
"We might as well tell what we know," he said. "We do know that there's a cold wave on the way."
"There is? How cold?" the farmer asked, with a sudden quickening of interest.
"Cold enough to freeze potatoes, at any rate," assured Fred. "I was looking at the Weather Map only about an hour ago. Oh, it's going to be cold, all right."
"How do you know?" Jed Tighe demanded. "If I'm goin' to act on what you boys say, I'd like to know how you find out."
"I've been wondering," put in Anton thoughtfully, "if it wouldn't be a good idea to have Mr. Tighe go over the map with us. He might be interested in figuring it out, and then if we didn't hit it just right, he'd know we'd done our best, anyway."
Bucking a snow drift.