Night was at hand and darkness began to settle down.
The Bradys realized that it was necessary to get under cover somewhere.
They were averse to going back to Lexington.
Suddenly, after floundering a while in the snow, a dim light was seen in the distance.
“There is a habitation of some kind,” said Old King Brady. “I think we had better strike for it.”
“Very good,” declared Harry. “I will go ahead on foot.”
Slowly the Bradys staggered on through the snow.
After a while they passed through a gateway and drew up in the yard of a time-stained and weather-beaten old mansion of revolutionary style.
Lights shone in the windows of the old house.
Old King Brady shouted and two farm boys came out with lanterns.