Their path led for the most part through a wood and they passed no other houses on their way. Even in summer it was evident that the locality was wild and deserted. Now with the snow over everything it was especially desolate.
“You might almost think you were up in the Big Woods,” commented Mouser.
“That’s what,” agreed Fred. “It would be a dandy place for train robbers and that kind of fellows.”
“I’d hate to be wandering around here at night,” remarked Pee Wee, who was panting with the exertion of keeping up with the others.
“It would give one a sort of creepy feeling, like being in a cemetery,” assented Bobby.
Suddenly Fred uttered an exclamation.
“There’s a little house right over in that hollow,” he cried, pointing to the right.
“More like a hut or a shack than a regular house, seems to me,” grunted Mouser.
“I don’t believe there’s any one living there,” commented Pee Wee.
“Yes, there must be,” declared Bobby. “I can see the light of a fire shining through the window.”