"I wasn't—just exactly—invited," hesitated Hen Dutcher. "But I was going through the forest when the big snowstorm came up, and——"
"And you made Prescott's crowd invite you into the cabin?" pressed Spoff Henderson.
"Ye-es," claimed Hen reluctantly.
"What have you got to say about all this yarn, Dick Prescott?" called Wrecker Lane.
"Why, from all we've heard," Dick answered dryly, "I don't see any need of adding anything to Hen's story of events. He seems capable of telling all about it himself."
"And Hen really was brave when Mr. Fits was around?"
"He says so, doesn't he?" inquired Dick.
Several laughs answered this question, and Hen began to fidget.
"I wonder what has become of Fits, anyway?" suggested Ned Allen.
"We saw him here in Gridley, not ten minutes ago," broke in Dave Darrin. "We notified the police, too."