"Any one that you like best. There are eight bunks to only seven fellows, you know."
Hen took a look, finally deciding on one of the two that were nearest to the chimney.
"What blankets shall I use?" he asked.
Dick looked rather blank at that question.
"Use the ones you brought with you," advised Harry Hazelton.
"But I didn't bring any with me," grunted Hen. "Hurry up, for I'm awful sleepy."
"Well, you see, Hen," Dick went on, "we're in something of a fix on the blanket question. Each fellow brought his own, and on a night like this any fellow who lends any of his bedding is bound to catch cold when the fire runs lower and the place gets chilly."
"But I gotter have blankets," whined Dutcher. "I can't freeze, either."
"I'll tell you what you do, Hen," Dick went on. "There are seven overcoats in the crowd. They'll keep you warm enough."
"But there's snow on the coats, or where the snow has melted its water," objected Hen. "I'll tell you what you do. You fellows are going to sit up and you can wait for the coats to dry. Let me have a set of blankets, and some other fellow take the coats when they're dry."